A "short distance" from the spring where Joe spends the last night of his flight but "eight miles" from the larger road to Mottstown is a "quiet" dirt road, "appearing and vanishing quietly, the pale dust marked only by narrow in infrequent wheels and by the hooves of horses and mules and now and then by the print of human feet" (336, 338). It is bordered by bushes and woods, and curves sharply enough for Joe to hear wagons before he can see them.
