“I knowed yeste’day I was ketchin’ cold,” answered the colored man slowly. “I was in the kitchen at your house workin’ and they had the window open. I was sure I was goin’ to ketch cold. I can’t stand no draft nohow,” and he shuffled away to another seat in the extreme corner of the car.

“Some fun, Andy, I’ll say,” remarked Randy, with glistening eyes, as his twin rejoined him. “I think Jeff is going to give us many a pleasant time while we’re up at Big Bear Lake.”

“I’ll say so,” was the quick reply.

“You take care that Jeff doesn’t discover what you’re up to,” admonished Jack. “He may not like it a bit.”

“Oh, Jeff is too lazy to notice most things,” answered Gif. “Just the same, I wouldn’t stir him up too much,” he added, after a moment’s reflection.

Quickly the afternoon wore away, and a little after six o’clock the boys arrived at the little station of Rocky Run. Here they alighted, followed by Jeff, who had all he could do to carry his own baggage and did not attempt to assist any of the others.

The lads found that Rocky Run consisted of nothing more than half a dozen houses, a general store and post-office, the railroad station, and half a dozen boathouses. Over the store was the sign:

MOSES MUMBLETON