"I'd rather eat apples than go to a
fire. Us three can eat while Shep does the spouting."
"Humph! perhaps I'd do a little eating myself," came from the doctor's
son.
It was an ideal day in midsummer, and all of the lads were in the
best of spirits. As they rowed along they discussed the encounter
with the Spink faction.
"I wish they'd leave us alone," was Shep's comment. "I am getting
so I fairly hate the sight of Ham and Carl Dudder."
"So do I," added Whopper. "But they don't intend to leave us alone,
and that is all there is to it."
"I am sorry they are going up into the Windy Mountains," said Shep.
"It will-----" And then he stopped short.
"Say, Shep, if you keep on like that we'll pitch you overboard,"
cried Whopper. "If you've got anything to tell, tell it, or else
keep still."
"Wait till we get to Lackney's orchard," was all the doctor's son
would reply.
They soon came to a bend in the river and, crossing here, drew up
to a spot where some trees and bushes overhung the water. All
leaped ashore and Snap tied the craft fast to a stake.
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