“Good evenin’,” says I, make-believe polite.
“Umph!” says he, and waggled his head.
“Git up,” says I. “They’ll be comin’ in a second.”
He groaned again and got onto his feet. I took him by the arm and dragged him off the right of way into the dark. Not far away we found a street and started up it, hoping it would bring us out some place we wanted to be.
“Now,” says Mark, “to f-f-find Uncle Hieronymous.”
That was more difficult than we had any idea of.
CHAPTER XVIII
There we were in a town we never saw before, with no place to go and no idea what to do next. Ludington seemed to us like a pretty big town after Wicksville, but we didn’t let that frighten us.
“What’ll we do now?” I asked.
“I’m g-g-goin’ to git the gravel out of my ears,” says Mark. “You can do whatever you want to.”