It was at this point that Bud had chuckled. Then his enthusiasm cooled.
“How about getting another start?” he asked suddenly.
Mr. Camp chuckled in turn.
“Didn’t I tell you about the hill and the spring wagon and Josh for a engine?”
“And we’ll carry it over there?”
“The log wagon can be made thirty feet long,” drawled Mr. Camp with another laugh. “We’ll haul it there like one o’ them poles they raise at the rallies.”