“By jinks! this is what I call a spread,” cried Bob, as he surveyed the fairly well-filled table. “I never struck such a table at Carrow’s.”
“Well, fill up, Bob,” laughed Landes. “The price is the same.”
And Bob did fill up, much to the amusement of the woman who had served the meal, a fat, jolly person.
After the meal Landes lit a cigar and sat down on the stoop to enjoy it. He offered Bob one, but the youth shook his head and munched an apple instead.
The cigar finished, Frank Landes arose and stretched himself.
“Well, Bob, we might as well be on our way.”
“I’m ready whenever you are, Mr. Landes.”
Landes took up his camera and satchel, and Bob his bundle, and both started on again.
CHAPTER II
BOB AT THE CLIFF
Toward the middle of the afternoon, Bob and Frank Landes came to a picturesque mountain stream, flanked on one side by sloping hills and on the other by a jagged cliff fifty or sixty feet in height.