Andy ran to the door and peered through a crack in the direction of the house.
“Nope, it’s all right,” he called, in a sort of disappointed tone. “No damage done—but say—I’m glad you happened to strike this place—how’s things in Cresville? I’ve been here a week—fishing—riding horses—milking cows—lots of fun—can’t you stay a few days—I know a dandy place to fish—catch big suckers—chub—Aunt Jane will give you lots to eat—whoop!”
Andy could not seem to keep still. He hurried around in the barn, and, to give vent to his feelings he crawled up on a high beam, and jumped down in a big pile of hay.
The three chums were laughing so they could hardly speak. When they ceased Jerry thanked Andy for the invitation, but said they had made other plans.
“But you can stay all night,” suggested Andy, calming down a bit. “The roads will be bad after this storm. You can go to Huntsville in the morning. It’s only ten miles from here.”
The idea appealed to the boys. The storm showed no signs of stopping, and they knew it would be impossible to go on while it lasted. As Andy had said, they could proceed in the morning, and there was no special need of reaching Huntsville anyhow, except that they wanted to carry out the arrangements they had made, and make a trip of over a hundred miles.
The evening was pleasantly spent in talking, singing and playing games. Andy’s uncle wanted the three chums to remain over a day or two, but, though they thanked him for the invitation they decided to push on the next morning, complete their scheduled trip, and then return home.