There we were with a perfectly good road on one side of us and a trolley line on the other.

We haven't crossed either of them.

Now where the dickens are they ?" "The way I figure it," replied Clint thoughtfully, "is that the trolley was a lot farther off than he said it was and that the road turned to the left again after we got off it.

One thing is certain, and that is that if we haven't crossed it it must be in front of us somewhere, and the only thing to do is keep on going." "Until we drop," agreed Amy.

"I shall begin and look for a nice comfortable place to drop.