Chapter 5
He rode hard along the Conestoga Road for three hours, then, not knowing when he would find another mount, climbed down and led his big bay for nearly a mile. By the time he had repeated the pattern twice, occasionally nibbling on the bread and cheese Mrs. McCrae had stuffed in the saddle pouch, he had reached a cluster of buildings marked by a crude sign stating morgantown. For the sake of his horse, he took a meal in the solitary tavern and then rented a room for a few hours’ rest. He rose in the small hours and was back on the road long before dawn, his mount falling into a long, easy gait that ate up the miles.
He did his best to keep the horse from straining, but he could not keep his own mind from racing. Why was Sarah in Philadelphia? She was firmly anchored to Edentown,
