“What do you say, Art?” asked Gerald.
“This is just fun; it beats baseball.”
“And will beat you if you try to keep it up. I insist that you stop awhile; don’t drop me like a hot potato though, but gently as it were.”
The support was slowly lowered and the bearers mopped their foreheads.
“How are you feeling, Jack?” asked Gerald.
“I could feel a good deal worse and also somewhat better.”
“You bear it like a hero; now I hope that we shall not miss the bungalow, for it won’t be any fun for you to stay out doors till morning.”
“We’re not going to miss the house,” replied Jack so decisively that his friends looked questioningly at him.
“What makes you positive of that point?”
“We hit the right course; don’t you recognize signs about you?”