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After leaving Ashbury the boys had decided to return to Gridley by a different road. "There's the place for us, if we can make it!" cried Dick an instant later, pointing toward the slope. "Dave, whip up the horse. He has to travel fast for his own safety. Tom and Greg, you get behind and push the wagon up the slope. We'll all help in turn. But hustle!"
She studied her fellow passengers with keenest interest, watched the pictures that framed themselves in the car window, and delighted in a locomotion that proceeded from no effort of her own. It was not often that she was granted the luxury of sitting still. They reached Ashbury amid a clamor of noontide whistles, and took a cab to the hospital. Here the nurse met them.
Other members of the committee, immortalized by the streets named after them, were Clayton, Ashbury, Cole, Shrader, and Stanyan. The story of the development of Golden Gate Park is well known. The beauty and charm are more eloquent than words, and John McLaren, ranks high among the city's benefactors.
"Rah, rah, rah!" came back on the air as the high school boys broke a formation for which they had no further need at present. "Those fellows are plainly guests at the hotel, and we're going to have trouble with them yet," Prescott predicted wisely. At half-past five o'clock the next day, Dick & Co. strolled up to the porch of the Ashbury Terraces Hotel.
Above the iron-trap doors Po Lun waited patiently. In an unlighted alley back of the American Exchange Hotel two figures waited, as if by appointment on the night of March 14. One was Ashbury Harpending, a young Southerner, and one of the Committee of Thirty which, several years before, had hatched an unsuccessful plot to capture California for the hosts of slavery.
Besides, the expence of it, without any immediate prospect of returns, might be inconsistent with his circumstances. The polite entertainments of the town more forcibly attracted his attention, especially the diversions of the Theatre, for which, he discovered a violent propension. When Mr. Ashbury, who then was manager of Dublin Theatre, had recruited his company with the celebrated Mr.
"But I'd rather go now right away," Martin asserted. "'Twould do no good," explained the practical Jane. "We wouldn't get to Ashbury until the middle of the night, an' we couldn't see Lucy. You wouldn't want 'em to wake her up." "N o." "It'll be much wiser to wait till mornin', Martin." "Perhaps it will." The brother and sister walked silently across the turf.
Nor in that time did Dick & Co. hear any more of Reuben Hinman, as they were now some distance from Fenton. "We'll make Ashbury to-night," Dick announced one morning. "We'll go about two miles past the town, halt there for two or three days' rest, and then -back to good old Gridley for ours." "Gridley's all right. Fine old town," Tom declared.
Of course the girls wanted to see the outfit, though it was now packed on the wagon. "Are you going far, this trip?" Dick inquired. "Ashbury will be the end of our run," Mrs. Bentley answered. "And of ours, too," Dick nodded. "We agreed to that this morning." "But we are to stay at Ashbury two or three days," Laura added.
In the morning he and Jane started for Ashbury. The day was just waking as they drove along the glittering highway. Heavy dew silvered field and meadow, and the sun, flashing bars of light across the valley, transformed every growing thing into jeweled splendor. Martin was in high spirits and so was Jane.
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