Visions of a future Polydore doing the chain and ball step flashed before my vision.
“And they cashed it for you at the bank?”
“Sure. Father always has me cash his checks for him.”
“What amount did you fill in?” I asked enviously.
“One hundred dollars. There’s a lot more in the bank, too.”
“How did you get your truck here from Windy Creek?” asked Rob.
“We divided it up and each took a bunch and started on foot, and some people in an automobile, going to the town past here, took us in and brought us as far as the lane. We’ve been having a fine time.”
“What doing?” asked Rob interestedly.
“Fishing, sailing on a raft, playing in the woods all day and––”