So then I climbed up and chucked the bundle into the van through the little window right behind the seat. Brent sat down between Pee-wee and me, and thus we started off. That’s a peach of a word—thus. For a little way we could look across to the other road and see the three touring cars filled with the Uncle Tom’s Cabin people and the other fellows of my patrol. Mr. Abbington was sitting with Harry and he looked awful funny with his high hat on.
All of a sudden, good night, that bloodhound that had been up on the mountain with us came tearing across from the other road. I guess he wanted to go with us. He clambered almost up to the seat and began sniffing around Brent. I bet he liked him on account of Brent’s being so crazy about adventures, hey?
Brent said, “You go back where you belong, old Snoozer. Who do you think I am? Eliza?”
Then Mr. Abbington began calling him and the dog didn’t seem to be able to decide what to do.
“I hear you calling me,” Brent said; “go on back, Snoozer; we’ll see you later.”
So then the dog went back but I guess he didn’t want to. Gee whiz, you couldn’t blame him. Because one thing sure, if you stick to Brent Gaylong you’re pretty sure to see some fun. Believe me, that fellow’s middle name is adventure. Just you wait and see.
CHAPTER XVIII—A SHOWER BATH
Brent said, “I bet Brother Abbington will be pretty hot to-day with that frock coat of his and that high hat.”
I said, “It’s going to be a scorcher, all right.”
“Lucky for me,” he said, “as long as my mackinaw and my khaki shirt have gone in the good cause.”