“All the same,” he mused, “I’d like to know where that fellow stays and how he always happens to be about the marsh at the same time I am.”
“It’s something more than a happening,” said Mazie seriously, “and since you don’t learn anything by coming, it might be well to stay away.”
“Might,” agreed Johnny.
“But for all that,” he thought to himself, “I’m going back out there some time and prowl about the edge of the marsh a bit. That fellow may live out there somewhere.” He thought of the black shack at the edge of the marsh.
“Johnny,” said Mazie as they rode home, “let’s go somewhere to-morrow night; some place where we won’t be bothered and where we can have some fun.”
“For instance?”
“Why not Forest City?”
“I don’t mind. Chute the chutes, roll down the roller coaster, and everything; good old stuff that never grows old.”
“Something like that,” smiled Mazie. “Anyway, it’s a lot of fun to see people having a roaring time of it. And they really do enjoy it. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes,” said Johnny, “and I might as well admit it, I enjoy it myself; makes me think of the picnics and county fairs I used to go to when I was a small boy. All right, we’ll go.”