“Sure. I guess we can stow you into our cars somewhere.”
“Stow me nothing! I got a car of my own. It’s a dandy, too—a genuine antique, built in 1909. They made regular cars in those days. Well, you be ready at eight o’clock. I’ll be around for you, and lead the way.”
“But we haven’t any guns,” said Bennie, suddenly.
“Don’t matter. Vreeland has plenty. Don’t need more’n one, anyhow, to kill a bear. So long.”
Pep departed, striding with his long legs out of the lobby.
“He’s a queer one,” said Mr. Stone. “What does he do for a living?”
“Real estate, I guess,” the doctor answered. “He’s a great booster for Bend, and spends half his time fixing up parties for visitors who come here. He’s a great card. Well, boys, I suppose you’re going to the movies now?”
“I can see the movies without coming 4,000 miles,” Bennie answered. “Me for a look around this burg.”
“Me, too,” said Spider. “Doug Fairbanks won’t seem such a wonder after we’ve climbed old Llao Rock.”
“Boys,” cried Uncle Billy, “you have not come to Oregon in vain!”