“All right,” said I. “Let us go to Ogdenenutah. How are we to get there?”
“Why, I think we had better go part way by train and part way on foot. It won’t do to spend all our money on railway tickets, because there’s no knowing what may turn up. We will go by train as far as we think we can afford to go, and walk the rest of the way to Ogden—Ogden in the Territory of Utah, you old stupid!”
“Very well,” said I, nodding my head in approval. “We’ll go to Ogden in the Territory of Utah. How far do you suppose we shall have to walk?”
“I can’t say for certain, of course, until I see how far our money will take us, but five hundred miles perhaps,—possibly more.”
“Phew!” I whistled. “That is something like a walk. Never mind. We’ll do it. We’ll go to the Territory of Ogden in Utah if we have to hop.”
CHAPTER IV
THE MAN WITH THE SQUEAKY VOICE
LITTLE did we realise the magnitude of the task we were undertaking, when, having first written home to explain our reasons for this sudden change of plan, we betook ourselves to the railroad station and started, with fairly clear consciences, on our westward course. In due time we descended from the train at a little station which appeared to have been set down in the midst of nowhere, whence, with all the confidence of youth and ignorance, we set forth upon our tremendous tramp across the plains.
For a whole month thereafter we marched steadily and perseveringly along the endless railroad track; and never, I firmly believe, were two boys so utterly and completely tired as were we by the end of that time.