“I heard of another automobilin’ party that went there not long ago.”
“Who was it?” spoke Jerry.
“Some chap named Dixon or Pixon or Sixon, I forget exactly what it was.”
“Was it Nixon?” asked Jerry.
“That’s it! Noddy Nixon, I remember now. He had a chap with him named Perry or Ferry or Kerry or——”
“Bill Berry, maybe,” suggested Bob.
“That was it! Berry. Queer what a poor memory I have for names. And there was another with him. Let’s see, I have it; no, that wasn’t it. Oh, yes, Hensett!”
“You mean Dalsett,” put in Ned.
“That’s it! Dalsett! And there was another named Jack Pender. There, I bet I’ve got that right.”