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"I'll take the little four-passenger car," said Roger. "No use in having the big car for only three." "Boys, Roger tells me you think of going West," remarked Senator Morr, who stood near. He was a big man, with a round, florid face and a heavy but pleasant voice. "Think of trying to locate that lost mine! Is there anything you lads wouldn't try to do?"
In anticipation of the trip, Roger had had the paid chauffeur of the family go over the four-passenger touring-car with care, to see that everything was in shape for the run to Lake Sargola. The lake was a beautiful sheet of water, some eight miles long and half a mile wide, and at the upper end were located several fine hotels and numerous private residences.
Long before noon, Rick and Scotty had moved Rick's four-passenger Sky Wagon off the grassy runway that ran along the seaward side of the island, then settled down to the rock-throwing session. Barby said, "I'm pretty good with a slingshot. Let me try." Scotty handed her the sling. She looked at it dubiously. "What's this? It isn't a slingshot." "It's a sling," Rick explained. "Not a slingshot.
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