"Have ye got 'em?" he demanded, in a shrill voice.
"Have ye got 'em?" he demanded, in a shrill voice.
"Yes, Uncle Jack, I'm here!" sang out Owen, as cheerily as he could. And leaping down, he stepped forward and grasped his relative by the hand.
"Been a long time getting here," grumbled John Hoover, to the driver. "I could have made the distance in an hour less."
"We had to stop a while in town," replied Sandy Hopgood, but he did not mention the reason.
"Are you glad to see me, Uncle Jack?" demanded Owen.
"Why, I guess so, Owen. Depends on how you are going to go to work, now you are here. I must say you look tall and strong." John Hoover held up the lantern toward Dale. "Is this the other chap?"