“It’s lots of fun!” laughed Janet.
“I hope we see some more cowboy races,” remarked Ted.
They rode on for several miles, and as they went slowly around a bend in the road, Trouble called out:
“Look! Look! Look at the monkey!”
CHAPTER VIII
OFF AGAIN
Trouble Martin was not given to calling out alarms like this; so, at first thought, his mother imagined he was playing some sort of joke.
“William, you mustn’t say such things!” she exclaimed, with a little laugh, giving him a playful shake. “There aren’t any monkeys in these woods.” Just then they were slowly passing along a road over which the branches of big trees arched.
“You didn’t see any monkey!” cried Ted. “If you saw anything it was one of your ‘nellifunts,’ Trouble.”
“I did see a monkey!” insisted the little fellow. “There he is now. He’s swinging in a tree!” and he pointed ahead.
Mr. Martin was now running the auto very slowly, for there was a bad place in the road where it had been dug up. So there was plenty of time for them all to look where Trouble pointed with his chubby finger. Jan, the first to see something, cried: