to a place named Malone. Then pretty soon you get to Lake Champlain—that’s a peachy lake. It was invented by a man named Champlain—I mean discovered. Then you go across into Vermont—that’s where the Green Mountains are, only they’re blue. Then you go down through Vermont into New York and pretty soon you get to Albany again. I’m a regular Cook’s Tours, hey? There’s a place right near the station where you get four jawbreakers for a cent in Albany. Mostly you get only three. After that you go down the river until you get to Hudson and then you go over on the boat to Catskill.

And, oh boy, believe me, I know the way from there to Temple Camp. The best way is to go up through Bridge Street, because Warner’s Drug Store is on Bridge Street. He’s a nice man, Mr. Warner is, he charges only ten cents for ice-cream sodas. Temple Camp isn’t on the tour map, but the camp should worry.

me

The way you get to New York from Temple Camp is down through Kingston and Newburgh to Jersey City. But, gee whiz, I don’t know why anybody should want to go to Jersey City. I know a fellow that comes from Jersey City—every time he gets a chance.

On the very day that we started on our trip, the rest of the troop went to Temple Camp to stay for a month, so it was pre-arranged (I thought up that word pre-arranged) that Harry would put us off there on the way back. He said he’d even do more than that—that he’d throw us off. But just the same, he likes Temple Camp, too.

So now to get the automobile started.

CHAPTER IX—WE HEAR ABOUT “EATS”

When we cleared port (that’s what Harry called it) we had the ship’s papers secreted in one of the door pockets of the good brig Cadillac. Those papers were the two newspaper articles published in March, Eighteen Ninety-five, and the letter of the man who had been killed in the wreck, and the description of the poplar that We had copied out of a book. Pee-wee sat next to that pocket and kept his eye on it. Skinny sat between us and Grove sat in front with Harry.

Cadillac

Pretty soon I said to Harry, “There’s one fellow I wish was on this trip, and that’s Brent Gaylong.”

Harry laughed, and then he said, “It would be right in his line.”

“He was crazy for adventure,” I said. “Do you remember how he told us about digging up a bottle full 

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