“There, it’s the best we can do,” said Mr. Campbell as they entered the machine again. “Say,” he suddenly asked, “aren’t you boys hungry?”
“A little,” admitted Rick.
“Same here,” echoed Chot.
“Well, why didn’t you tell me?”
“We didn’t know you had anything to eat,” said Rick.
“I haven’t very much, but at the last place we stopped I had them put me up some sandwiches and a thermos bottle of hot chocolate. I reckon it will come in good now; eh?”
“Oh, boy!” murmured Chot.
“It’s better than a Thanksgiving turkey!” exclaimed Rick.
Mr. Campbell got out the little lunch, and never had an elaborate meal tasted better to the boys—or to Ruddy also, for he had his share of sandwich ends and was grateful.
Then, heartened and warmed—for the rain was cold in spite of the summer weather that had prevailed—they started off. If the road had been hard to travel earlier in the evening, before the rain, it was doubly so now.