four times coming out, and he's snoring now. No telling what he'll do on the way back. He seems to like life in the woods. I guess he must have been a wild horse once, and he's going back to nature."
"He's not very wild now," observed Bricktop, tickling the animal with a switch. "He won't even move."
"No, it takes quite a while to get him started," said Henry. "Usually I have to begin the day before, to get him into action. No, Dick, I shouldn't advise you to ride with me."
"What's the matter with the motor boat?" asked Frank. "You can go to the village in that."
"That's so," agreed Dick. "You fellows can take me over, and bring her back. We'll do it."
"Well," remarked Henry, as he began to take in the slack of the reins, preparatory to starting the horse, "I guess I'll be going. I hope you find everything all right at home, Dick."
"I guess I will. Probably this has something to do with business matters. But, say, don't you want a bite to eat? We just finished grub, and there's a little that these cannibals didn't stow away."
"Well, I do begin to feel the need of something," said the young dealer in old iron. "The crackers and cheese I got in the village weren't very filling."
"Tie your horse, and sit down to the table.
