“Delightful!” he exclaimed. “And look at these cedars and firs! In the golden effulgence of——”
“Mercy!” snickered Larry. “What’s that?”
“A word,” answered Dave. “But I suppose I must drag myself down from the heights of Parnassus——”
“Oh—oh! Stop him, fellows!”
“To the commonplace level of——”
“The prairie,” supplemented Sam, laughingly.
Thunderbolt listened to the various comments with an expression which appeared to indicate that the armor of his stoical Indian nature was penetrated by a feeling of amusement.
“You no think him one crazy man, then?” he inquired.
“Certainly not!” laughed Dave. “He was a credit to himself and the country.”
“Let’s go into the house, fellows. There isn’t any door to stop us,” suggested Tom.