"Yes, it will be at our backs much of the time," declared Ralph.
"And then again, fellows," remarked Lanky, as he joined the talk, "we'll be going down-hill all the time. That may not be noticeable, but it counts in the long run. I wonder now"
"What's struck you. Lanky? Thinking of a place where we might stop halfway home to put out some more fire and earn another meal?" asked Frank.
"Huh! what d'ye take me for, a reservoir, a grain elevator or a cemetery? Now, I was thinking of that runaway chap in the striped suit. He went down-river, you know. What if we meet him?"
"In that case I rather guess Bill would hide in the brush. He's seen all he wants of this crowd for to-day. Don't you believe he'd attack us! The chances are he's got no weapons, having just escaped, and he knows he'd have little show with us empty handed. Forget Bill, Lanky. He's a back number so far as we're concerned," and Frank waved his chum aside.
The entire company came out to see them depart. Again there was a vigorous handshaking all around.
"Be sure and come and see us again soon, boys,'* said the motherly Mrs. Baxter, as she stood there, her gray head covered by a gingham apron.
"We'll certainly drop in on you whenever we're up this way again, good folks," declared Frank,
