“If William makes any more trouble I’ll send him back home to stay with Skyrocket,” declared Mr. Martin, for the Curlytops’ dog had not been brought along on this trip, it being thought too much bother.
“I’ll be good,” promised the little fellow.
The automobile was being driven along the pleasant country roads toward Mount Major and the lumber camp where Mr. Martin was going to start the store for the lumber company that would get out the trees.
“Are they going to float the logs down the river?” asked Ted.
“Some of the logs will be floated that way,” his father said. “Others will be sawed into boards right there in the woods.”
“How can they saw them?” asked Janet.
“The men have set up a regular sawmill there in the forest,” her father answered. “And, before I forget it, I want to warn you children—all of you—to keep away from the saw.”
“Yes, it is very dangerous!” added Mrs. Martin.
“We’ll keep away,” promised Ted.
“And see that William keeps away, too,” cautioned Mr. Martin.