"Surely," hinted Dave, "we can find some other road and keep on our way."
"Undoubtedly," Greg nodded. "But the mad dog might cross through the woods and be found waiting for us on that other road. Or, he may now be headed for the second lake, or even be there now."
"Let's vote on what we're going to do," urged Hazelton. "Dick, what do you say?"
"I don't know what to say," their young leader answered. "I don't like to see our party cheated out of our vacation. Neither do I care to take too many chances of having our vacation changed into a tragedy. I've never had hydrophobia, but I've a strong notion that it wouldn't be pleasant. I know just how you fellows feel. You hate to lose your fun."
"We do hate to lose our fun," agreed Darry.
"And yet you don't want to have an encounter with a dog that has hydrophobia."
"We don't," approved Tom Reade. "Dick, you have a truly wonderful intellect when it comes to successful guessing."
"There's a cloud of dust up the road to the west," discovered
Greg Holmes.
In an instant all eyes were turned that way.
"Can that be the dog?" asked Darry. "Something is traveling this way and stirring up a lot of dust."