“Then we won’t starve,” said Jack.
“May blessing be upon thy head!” intoned Walter.
The driver looked at them in a queer sort of way, as though he did not know altogether how to take them, and he was heard to murmur something about “queer city folks.”
The valises and other belongings they had brought along on the motor boat were put in the big wagon, the driver climbed to his seat, and, with the shadows of night falling, they set off up the mountain for Camp Surprise.
“Some buckboard this!” remarked Jack, as he surveyed the vehicle.
“It sure is,” responded Walter. “The largest buckboard I ever saw.”
CHAPTER XI—IN CAMP SURPRISE
“Isn’t it dark!” voiced Belle, nestling against her sister.
“Well, we don’t have many electric lights up here,” chuckled the driver of the buckboard.
“How do you see the road?” asked Cora, the wagon lurching along over the rocky way, though riding much easier than an ordinary vehicle would have done, for buckboards are made for just this purpose.