His sentence was never finished. Suddenly his eyes had fallen upon a low, broad-leafed plant. He gazed steadfastly for a few seconds. Then Dave saw what it was that had so unexpectedly arrested Worth's attention and—
"Ginseng!" he exclaimed. "Sure it's ginseng! I've seen the cultivated kind!"
"I just happened to catch sight of it! Wasn't watching out for anything just then at all!" said Billy excitedly.
"And here's some more!" cried MacLester in similar tones.
"Here, too,—a lot more! Six dollars a pound for it! Hurrah for us!" And Billy ran for a spade. He wanted to make sure the plants had the forked roots usually characteristic of ginseng.
"Now, Bill Worth, don't you go to counting any chickens before they're hatched!" answered Dave. "There'll be some drawback, somewhere."
It was quite like young Mr. MacLester to make just such a prediction.
Yes, David MacLester, some drawbacks to be sure, yet without this bed of ginseng never would the joys experienced in "The Auto Boys' Race" have been your happy lot.