"I like this village," said Pee-wee.
"I'll have it wrapped up for you," said Roy; "Take it, or have it sent?"
"How do we get to Black Lake?" Tom asked of a man who was lounging
outside one of the shops.
"Ye ain't goin' to walk it, be ye?" he answered, scrutinizing them
curiously.
"Right you are," said Roy. "How did you guess?"
"Ye got a pooty smart walk afore ye," the man said, dubiously.
"Well, we're pretty smart boys," said Roy. "Break it to us gently, and
let us hear the worst."
"Baout five mile 'f ye take th' hill rud."
"Gracious, goodness me!" said Roy, "are they all the same length?"
"Haouw?"
"The miles; lads, I'm just reckless enough to do it."
"Wall," drawled their informant, "Ye go 'long this rud t'l ye come t' a
field whar thar's a red caouw, then ye cut right through th' middle uv
it 'n' go on over a stun wall 'n' ye'll come to a woods rud. Ye foller
that t'l ye come to a side path on the left on it that goes up hill.
Black Lake's t'other side that hill. Ye got to pick yer way up through
the woods 'long that path if ye kin foller it, 'n' when ye git t' the
top ye kin look daown 'n' see th' lake, but ye'll have a smart climb
gettin' daown th' hill."
"That's us," said Roy. "Thanks--thanks very much."
When they had gone a little way he halted Tom and Pee-wee with a
dramatic air.
"Lads," said he, "we've got the _Motor Boat Heroes_ and the _Dauntless
Chums_ and _Submarine Sam_ beaten to a frazzle! We're the _Terrible Trio
Series_, volume two million.
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