To find an underground river! And to turn it into a beautiful lake! To drain the little settlement! How wonderful!
“I knew I’d strike luck out here,” Ben said in Marty’s ear as he carried him, although the comment was meant for the girls. “But, Gloria, you had a mighty close call.”
“Don’t talk of it, not yet, at any rate,” Gloria begged. “Marty, why didn’t you let them know you were in the cellar?”
“Let them know. I couldn’t speak. I thought—I thought you was dead!”
“Poor Marty.”
“Here now, cheer up,” ordered Ben, tugging along with the small boy in his strong arms.
Gloria smiled. “Tommy Whitely, tell me how you got here?” she asked.
“Came out with Ben.”
“And growled all the way because he hadn’t come before,” said Ben. “Well, our picnic is spoiled, Tom, but this isn’t so bad.”
“Oh! Your big car!” exclaimed Gloria as they faced the open depot wagon.