CHAPTER IV.
COLONEL CARSON’S REVENGE.
“I’m awful-l-ly gl-l-lad to meet you! Bil-l-ly’s tol-l-ld me a l-l-lot about Chip Merriwel-l-l!”
“We seem to have come along just right,” said Merry, shaking hands with Chub. “But we’d better get home, Billy Mac. We seem to attract a good deal of attention in these running togs.”
Billy Mac nodded.
“Sure. You’d better come with me, Chub. We’ll go down to the swimming hole near the house and have a plunge.”
Chub looked disappointed.
“I’m sorry, fel-l-lows, but I can’t. I’m workin’ at the grocery, you know, and I got to get orders this morning. I’l-l-l see you l-l-later, though.”
“You come down to the swimming hole,” offered Billy quickly, “and I’ll help you make up for lost time by covering this street and taking orders.”
“Wil-l-l you, honest!” cried Chub! “Oh, hurray! Watch me go!”