"Hooray! That's the ticket that I vote," announced Hazy.
"I was just thinking of that mean lawyer we heard about to-day,"
Reade remarked.
"I was thinking of the same matter, but more about the poor old peddler," Dick stated. "That poor old fellow! I'll wager he has had a hard time all through life, and that he's still wondering why it all had to happen. How old would you say Mr. Hinman is, Tom?"
"He'll never have a seventieth birthday again," replied Reade thoughtfully. "My! A man at that age ought not to have to bother with working. It's pitiful. It's a shame!"
"Maybe he finds his only happiness in work," Darrin suggested.
"I have known old people like that."
By this time Dan had taken one of the lanterns into the tent, and was undressing. Dave soon followed, then Greg and Hazelton.
"Do you want to take a little walk down to the road, where we can get a better look at the sky?" Dick proposed to Reade. "We ought to take a squint at the weather."
"That will suit me," Tom nodded, so away they strolled toward the road.
"If you fellows stay away from camp long, don't you be mean enough to talk, or make any other noise when you get back to the tent," Darrin called after them.
Down by the road there was a breeze blowing, and it was cooler.