“What do you say if we leave a few souvenirs pasted up there?” said Merritt.
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt the looks of the place, anyhow,” decided Rob. “I doubt if many people come along this road anyway; but I guess we might as well get busy.”
“Well, you two fellows can do the work this time,” declared Tubby, stretching out luxuriously in the rig.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to drive down the road and hitch up in the shade of that tree and take a nap.”
“That’s pretty cool!” exclaimed Merritt.
“I know it is, at least it looks so,” responded Tubby.
“Seems to me it’s up to you to do some work, too,” protested Merritt.
“As if I hadn’t just done a big job in labeling that pig,” replied Tubby, yawning; “it’s your turn now.”
Seeing that it was useless to try to turn Tubby from his determination to rest, which, next to eating, was his favorite occupation, Rob and Merritt took up their brushes, paste and a roll of bills and set out for the barn. Tubby watched them languidly a minute and then drove off along the sandy track while the other two clambered up a bank.