“Oh, we’ve been prospecting,” said Rick.
“Find anything?” asked Sam, dismally.
“Yes—something,” answered Rick, trying not to have his voice too eager.
“Pay dirt?” inquired Uncle Tod eagerly.
“Well it’s water instead of dirt,” answered Rick. “We went prospecting for Lost River and—”
“We found it!” burst out Chot, unable to keep still longer.
“You found what?” fairly shouted Uncle Tod.
“Lost River,” said Rick, modestly enough. “We found where it has been turned off and we can show you how to turn it back again.”
“Whoop!” yelled Sam, joyful for once in his life. “That’s the best news I’ve heard since the doctor said I had the measles and couldn’t go to school! Oh, whoopee!”