The object he spoke of was a paper bag which had evidently contained fruit, for it now held several orange and banana skins. The bag was marked with the advertisement of a fruit dealer of Yonkers, N. Y.
“Gracious! if that car came from Yonkers it’s more than likely that it came right up from New York City,” declared Jack.
Andy was gradually feeling more like himself, yet it was a full hour before the boys attempted to start on the return to the hunting lodge.
“We’ll take turns carrying you if you say so,” said Jack.
“Sure we can do that!” cried Gif, and the others said the same.
“Oh, I think I can manage it alone,” declared Andy. “But of course I can’t walk very fast.” And so the four Rovers took their time while Gif and Spouter went on ahead to prepare supper for the crowd.
At the lodge the boys had more to work with, and Andy’s injuries were carefully washed with warm water and then bathed with witch-hazel.
“I guess I’ll have to take it easy to-morrow,” declared the suffering boy, as he rested on a comfortable couch. “I suppose I’ll be as stiff as a ramrod.”
“Oh, well, if you have to stay in the lodge I’ll stay with you,” answered his twin quickly.
“And I’ll read to you,” put in Fred. “There are a whole lot of interesting books in this place.”