"Perhaps he is the fellow Mr. Monday is watching?"
"That is possible, too. He was certainly very inquisitive."
After a good breakfast, the Rovers and their friends prepared to resume their journey. From the landlord of the hotel they obtained information regarding the roads and trails to follow.
"They ain't none of the best," said the hotel man. "But they are the best we possess, so you'll have to put up with them," and he laughed at his little joke. They were soon on the way. A good night's rest had put all in the best of humor, and they joked and sang as they rode along.
"Songbird, this ride ought to be full of inspirations for you," remarked Fred.
"I'll wager he is chockful of poetry at this minute," put in Dick.
"Then, for gracious' sake, turn on the spigot before you explode, Songbird," cried Tom. "Don't pen up your brilliant ideas when they want to flow."
"An idea just popped into my head," said the so-styled poet. "Now you have asked me, you have got to stand for it." And in a deep voice he commenced:
