"Guess we have to starve then," his father answered. "Can't go back. There were chicken sandwiches, too; Mother told me."
Mr. Larue was ahead and Fred stood up and shouted.
"We forgot the lunch!" he called. "I left it on the hall table."
"It's right here, in the car," Mrs. Larue called back. "Don't worry—we haven't forgotten a thing."
This was very comforting for, of course, no one likes to start a long automobile trip without something to eat.
River Bend was a straggling town and followed the river, so that, as soon as the cars turned into a cross-road, they were out of the town. Another turn brought them to the beautiful state road upon which two steady streams of cars were constantly passing.
"Gee, look at the cars!" said Ward. "Most of them are coming toward us. I suppose they're folks coming home from the shore."
"Did you see the shield on that one?" Fred exclaimed. "It was shaped like our pins," and instinctively his fingers sought the little Riddle Club pin he wore on his coat.
"You all have your pins on, haven't you?" said Mr. Williamson. "That would be an easy way to describe you, if you were lost—a boy wearing a pin with a question mark on it. Or one girl—has a pin with a question mark on its face."
"But our names are on the back," Polly reminded him. "Even if we forgot our names, the pins would tell."