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Dunston, sure now that his guess was fairly accurate, hastened to efface an unpleasant impression. "Of course, I only meant that if Bower is seen talking to any woman, it may be taken for granted that she is a pretty one," he explained. "But who's for a drink? Perhaps we shall meet our expected opponent in the bar, Mr. Spencer." "I have some letters to write.
And then she and the others told of what had occurred at the post-office. "I don't know exactly how much we can do," said Dunston Porter, slowly. "I know a number of people here, it is true, but whether any of them will want to bother with this lad is a question. However, after lunch I'll look into the matter."
"I feel just as if I'd like to get out and walk," added Laura, and this caused the others to laugh. They had an appetizing breakfast of fruit, fish, eggs, and rolls, with coffee, and took their time over the repast. Then Dunston Porter pointed out to them various points of interest. Before long, they reached a small town and then came to the suburbs of the great city by the lakes.
"There was not," said Solomon, expressing his tobacco smoke very slowly. "Out of a hundred and thirteen men who had been caught by the flood in Dunston, we two were the sole survivors." Many other stories of the like sort had Solomon to tell, and for not one of them, was he indebted to his imagination. His experience of life had been remarkable, and it had impressed itself upon his character.
In the crowd were the boys and girls, and also Mrs. Wadsworth, Mr. Dunston Porter, and about forty others from Crumville and vicinity. The tour was being run at a very reasonable rate, considering the accommodations afforded, and many were taking advantage of this fact to see Yellowstone Park, with its wonderful geysers, its curious boiling "paint pots," and its bears and buffaloes.
"Oh yes, to be sure," said Sol, as though the recollection of the circumstance had only just occurred to him; "there was that, certainly; but it was when I was quite a boy. I was not quite seventeen when Dunston Colliery was drowned. The Gatton poured right in upon it, and they have not got the water out of it in places to this day.
I'll tell you about it later. And I've got a lot more to tell," Dave went on. "All about a lost gold mine that belongs to Mrs. Morr, Roger's mother." "A lost gold mine!" exclaimed Dunston Porter. "Is this a joke, Dave?" "No, sir, it's the truth. The strangest tale you ever heard. When we go out to Yellowstone Park we that is, us boys are going to look for the mine."
"But, oh, it seems such a distance to go!" "We'll take good care of you," answered Dunston Porter. "And I am sure you'll like Mrs. Endicott and Belle," added Laura. "Belle is as full of fun as a a oh, I don't know what." "Shad is of bones," suggested Dave, who stood by. "Oh, what a comparison!" cried Jessie, and then giggled in the regulation girl fashion.
Dave and his friends spent the best part of a quarter of an hour around the Three Sisters Islands and then returned to their carriage. "Now we can go to the hotel and have dinner," said Dunston Porter. "And then we can take a local train back to Buffalo."
"Hello, Davy!" cried a merry voice, and Dunston Porter, the lad's uncle, came striding forward from an automobile near by. "How did you leave Senator Morr and his family, and are you ready for that trip through Yellowstone Park?" "I left the senator and his family well," was the answer. "And I am ready for the trip that is part of the trip," Dave added, hastily. "Part of the trip?" cried Jessie.
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