"You've got a pony and a
saddle. We've both got guns. When we drive out of town some stray
dog will follow us. What more 'll we want?"
"Nothing," I said, as I clapped my stick down in the
space-box. "We can put a canvas cover on the wagon and sleep in
it at night, and cook our meals over a camp-fire, and--and--have
a time."
"Of course--a big time. It's a heavy spring-wagon, and there
is just about room in it behind the seat for a bed. We can put on
a cover that will keep out rain as well as a tent, and carry a
little kerosene-oil stove to use for cooking if we can't build a
fire out-doors for any reason. We can take along flour,
and-and--and salt, and other things to eat, and shoot game,
and--and--and have a time."
We became so excited that we sat down and talked till
midnight about it. By this time the rain had stopped, and when we
went out the stars were shining, and the level ground was covered
with pools of water.
"If it was always as wet as this around here we could go in a
genuine schooner," said Jack.
"Yes, that's so.
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