“Oh, Mr. Blender will look after that, I guess.”
Jack kept on, following close after Mabel, and he took a seat beside her in the big wagon.
“Say, fellows,” remarked Nat in a low voice to the other lads, “what do you think of Jack?”
“He’s got ’em bad,” commented Sam. “But I don’t know as I blame him. She’s awful nice.”
“Cut it out! You’re getting sentimental in your old age, Sam,” objected Bony, as he cracked a couple of knuckles for practice.
CHAPTER XVI
A DANGEROUS DESCENT
Jack looked down at his chums from his seat in the big wagon beside Mabel.
“Aren’t you going to get aboard?” he asked with a smile.