Our thoughts were of Scoop. He was in danger. And we wanted to be with him so that we could help him. Not knowing where he was, or what was happening to him, made us crazy, sort of. [[197]]
CHAPTER XX
UP THE RIVER
After what seemed an age to us, it came time for school to be dismissed for the day. And with anxious hearts Tom and I and Peg hurried home. We were hopeful that Scoop would be waiting for us at the brick house. And in this we were not disappointed.
He was seated cross-legged at the kitchen table making ham sandwiches and swigging down milk.
“This,” he told us, with a weary grin, “is my breakfast, dinner and supper.”
Our tongues waggled with eager questions bearing on his adventure. But he shook his head, motioning to us to be patient until he was through eating.
I could see that he was doing some hard thinking as he got on the outside of his food. Finally he pushed back from the table and loosened his belt. [[198]]
“Well,” he said, giving us a queer look, “I think I know who’s got the talking frog.”