“By all means!” Chub bumped into a tree, drew back to murmur politely, “I beg your pardon, madam,” and followed.
“If I ever find that road,” said Dick, savagely, “you can be sure I’m going to stay on it!”
“I don’t believe there is a road,” said Chub.
“I’m going to find one if I have to walk all night,” said Roy.
“That’s what you think,” replied Chub, sadly. “But you’re in the enchanted forest, I tell you. We’re Little Nemos, that’s what we are!”
But the next moment the darkness gave place to twilight and they stumbled down a little bank to the dusty road. With one accord they threw themselves down on the grass.
“Here’s where I stay until morning,” sighed Dick.
“Isn’t that a sign over there?” Roy asked.
“Maybe,” muttered Chub, “but I’ve got so I don’t believe in signs.” Roy, however, had crossed the road and was trying to decipher the words on the panel nailed to the fence. Finally he lighted a match and,