“Pooh! What could you shoot? A bear?” asked his twin sister.
“No,” he drawled. “But maybe I could shoot a chicken.”
“If you did the farmer that owned it would have you arrested,” declared Russ. “I guess it will be better for us to eat in the restaurant.”
Adam North, who sat up in the front seat with Daddy Bunker, suddenly turned the truck off to one side of the road and brought the big machine to a stop.
“Oh, are we there already?” cried Rose, leaping up from the straw where she had been sitting beside Russ.
“Are we at Farmer Joel’s?” asked Violet eagerly.
“I want to wide on a horsie!” demanded Mun Bun.
“No, we aren’t there yet,” answered Adam. “But I need some water in the radiator of the auto, so I’ll just stop here and get some. There’s a farmer here whom I know.”
“May we get out?” asked Russ, for he thought perhaps they might not stop long enough for this.
“Oh, yes, get out and stretch your legs,” his father told him.