“Oh, a whole bunch of them,” declared the reckless Bobby. “There’s one torrid, two temperate, two frigid, and a lot of postal zones.”
“How smart!” sneered Lily, in no very good temper. 78
Meanwhile the dog had crawled out of the water. They saw him shake himself and then sink upon the shore, evidently exhausted.
“Well,” said Laura, “I guess Purt has finally gotten rid of the poor creature. But it was too funny for anything.”
The shores of Rocky River, as they advanced, were very pretty indeed. There were several suburban villages near Lumberport; but the farther they sailed up the stream the less inhabited the shores were and the wilder the scenery became.
“My!” ejaculated Dorothy. “I had no idea this country was really so woodsy.”
“You know there is scarcely anything but forest south of us, until you reach the B. & P. W. Railroad.”
“Maybe there are bad people up in these woods, after all,” suggested the timid Nell.
“Never you mind. Purt’s got his revolver,” chuckled Jess. “Lance says that it is one that hasn’t been fired for twenty years and belonged to Purt’s father.”
“Goodness!” exclaimed Laura. “I shall be afraid of that. It’s those old guns that nobody supposes are loaded, that are always going off and killing the innocent bystander. You ought to confiscate that gun, Chet.”