"But you'll want supper first; won't you?" questioned Mrs. Wadsworth.
"We had something to eat at Simpson's Corners," answered her daughter.
The stages that Mr. Wadsworth had mentioned were certainly old-fashioned and dilapidated, but each was drawn by a pair of sturdy horses, and the drivers said that they were perfectly safe and could make the journey to Mirror Lake without trouble. So, having transferred the baggage from the automobiles to these ancient vehicles, and having placed the touring-cars in the garage, with orders to have the damaged car repaired, our friends piled into the turnouts, and then, with various calls to the animals and loud crackings of the whips, the two stages started for Bear Camp.
CHAPTER XIII
AT BEAR CAMP
"Talk about the old-time coaching days!" remarked Dave. "I don't believe they were any worse than this."
"Oh, Dave, you mustn't find fault!" cried Jessie. "We'll soon be there, I hope."
"Providing we don't go down in some hole and break off a wheel," put in Roger. "Say, this road is some rough!"