“It will take us about four hours to get there on this train,” answered Gif. “We run as far as Hammingwood on the main line and then switch off to Rocky Run.”
“In that case we won’t reach Rocky Run until almost dark,” answered Jack. “Do you think we can get to the bungalow to-night?”
“Dad said if we couldn’t we were to ask old Mose Mumbleton if he couldn’t put us up all night. He said he was almost certain Mose could accommodate us, for he often accommodates fishing parties.”
“Then that’s all right. We wouldn’t want to get lost on the lake in the darkness,” put in Randy.
“Why not? It would be a barrel of fun,” added his twin carelessly.
“Has Jeff ever been up there?” asked Fred in a low tone.
“Oh, yes. He’s been up there several times. That’s one reason dad wanted us to have him along. He said Jeff could show us where the best fishing places were and all that sort of thing. Besides, Jeff has quite a reputation when it comes to serving fish. That’s his specialty.”
“Well, we’ve got to catch the fish before we have ’em served,” remarked Jack dryly.
“There’s only one trouble with Jeff. He’s very lazy, and apt to go to sleep if you give him half a chance. Otherwise, he isn’t a half bad sort.”
The Rover boys and Spouter soon had evidence of Jeff’s failing, for the train had been traveling for less than half an hour when, on glancing back, the boys saw that Jeff was leaning back in the seat with eyes closed, evidently sleeping soundly.