There was a moment's hesitation among them. They did not relish the idea of asking him for a ride. But still less did they like the thought of pulling their heavy sled five miles.
"Look here, Sandy!" exclaimed Ned. "This is a strict business proposition. Will you drive us to Darewell for four dollars, and take our sled? That's a dollar apiece, and it's more than livery prices. We're not asking you out of friendship."
"No, and I guess you'd better not!" exclaimed Sandy. "Not the way you acted toward me!"
"We never injured you in any way!" said Bart. "But we're not going to discuss that now. Will you give us a lift for money, or won't you?"
"Well I won't, and that's my answer!" cried Sandy, in sudden and unreasonable rage. "You fellows think you're mighty smart. But this time is where I've got the upper hand. I wouldn't take you to Darewell for ten dollars apiece. You can go off hunting and enjoy yourself while other folks work. Then because you get lost in the woods you think every one you meet has got to give you a ride. Not much! You can walk to Darewell!" And whipping up his horses Sandy drove on, laughing loudly at the predicament of the chums.
"Might have known better than to ask him,"
