"I ain't in no hurry to git to hum, an' two dollars ain't picked up every day.

Jest wait till I drive in an' leave my potatoes where they will be safe." "Might leave 'em with our bicycles," said Jack.
"So I will." It did not take the old farmer long to unload his barrels of potatoes.
Then he swept out his farm-wagon and spread some horse-blankets for the boys to sit upon.

They leaped in and he took up the lines once more.
"G'lang!" he shouted to his team and cracked his whip, and off they went along the road at a good gait.
"Great Julius Caesar!" cried Andy, after a quarter of a mile had been passed.

"Talk about bumping the bumps! This road has 'em beaten to a frazzle!" "Getting your money's worth, Andy ?" asked The Imp, with a grin.
"Ain't no springs on this wagon!" said Ezra Cole, with a grin.

"But don't you mind; it will give you a fine appetite fer that dinner when you git there!" "It will, if it doesn't knock out our teeth so we can't chew!" murmured Jack.
On and on they rattled at a good pace until the lights of Point View Lodge shone in the distance.
"Just drop us off at the gate!" cried Jack.