“This is far enough,” remarked Alvin, as the three peered around without seeing any one.
His companions agreed. Then Alvin and Mike sat down on the ground and exchanged shoes. Not only that, but the former stooped and the latter mounted his back, his arms loosely around Alvin’s neck with his legs projecting in front and supported by the crooked elbows of his carrier. Then he resumed his walk with Chester trailing behind.
When the distance from the bungalow had been doubled, Alvin asked:
“How much do you weigh, Mike?”
“A hundred and forty-three pounds—when ye started.”
“I think it is about a ton now; how far do you expect me to carry you?”
“Not far,—say two or three miles.”
“I rather guess not; Chest, it’s time you took a turn.”
“Oh, wait awhile; you have only just begun.”
“This isn’t as much fun as I thought,” growled Alvin, resuming the task that was fast becoming onerous.