The ground was still frozen,
and in places there were patches of snow and ice, although the heavy
snowfall of the winter for the most part was gone. Their way led through
woods and over plowed fields, but the steady run or "trot" was
maintained uphill and down, and within an hour and a half from the time
they had departed from Winthrop they arrived at the confines of the
little hamlet of Coventry Center.
"See or hear anything, Will?" inquired Hawley, as the two freshmen
stopped and listened intently as they peered all about them.
"Not a thing," whispered Will in response.
The lights in the little homes were already out, for the people of
Coventry Center were not believers in keeping untimely hours, and the
twinkling lights of the little village for the most part disappeared
before ten o'clock arrived. It was about that hour when Will Phelps and
Hawley stopped at the end of the one straggling street to try to
discover if there were any signs of the presence of their enemies or
classmates.
"Shall we wait or put straight for the minister's house?" inquired
Hawley.
"Go there," replied Will.
"Look out! Don't let any one see you," said Hawley in a low voice as
they stealthily began to make their way up the street.
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