“Let’s get a board and slide down the mountain on the pine needles!” said Gran’pa, noticing that there was a clear space beneath the trees, which slanted straight down the mountain side.
“There are no boards about!” said Gran’ma.
“I’ll run back to the hut up the mountain and get some!” the Chief of Detectives volunteered, and away he started.
“Wait there for me!” he called as he disappeared up the path.
The party sat down to wait the return of the Chief of Detectives.
“It was funny the electric wire did not affect the Soft-Voiced Cow!” mused Johnny. “It surely made Janey and me grow like weeds!”
“I’ll ask my brother about it when he returns!” replied the Dancing Master.
It was not long before they heard the Chief of Detectives singing a yodel song, and soon he came into view over the rocks, carrying a pile of boards, a hammer, some nails and a long piece of rope.
As Gran’pa was an expert carpenter he offered to fix the sliding boards.
