“The horns of elfland faintly blowing.”
“You’re blowing yourself. Here you”——Abe stooped, picked up a small twig and placed it on one shoulderband of his blue overalls—“Knock that chip off’n my shoulder!”
Clarence surveyed his offended companion severely.
“Abe, come on; let’s go up. You know, I owe you a dollar. If you were to put one of my beautiful blue eyes into mourning, I think I’d claim that dollar for damages and then where would you be?”
“Well, then, you stop using them big words.”
“All right, Abe.”
With an occasional shout to set the wild echoes flying, the two pursued their steep upward way. For the most part, there was no conversation.
When they reached the waterfall, nothing would do Clarence but at the risk of life and limb to get under the hollow rock, over which fell the water in a wide but thin stream, and, extending his head and opening his mouth, catch what drops he could as they fell.
“Abe!” he suddenly said, “I think I know now where the goddess of adventure lives.”
“Eh? What?”