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"That's so," he admitted. "I see now." "I'll have my father telegraph the five hundred dollars to me at Judgeville," explained Betty. "Then I can give it to you, and you can telegraph it to your business man in New York. It is sure to reach there before midnight, and you can take up your option, if that is the proper term." "It is very proper," said Mr. Blackford.
"You haven't asked us when we are going to give you that five hundred dollar bill," said Mollie, as they started for Judgeville. "Well," spoke Mr. Blackford, with a laugh, "I didn't want to seem too anxious. I knew that it was safe where you had put it, Miss Nelson," and he looked at Betty. "Besides, I have been without it so long now that it seems almost as if I never had it.
Some other time you boys may come along. But there is only another day or so, and we will be back home. Please don't tease." The boys did, but that was all the good it availed them. The girls were obdurate. From Cameron they were to go to Judgeville, a thriving town of about ten thousand inhabitants.
But the rain sent the boys home, for rain in a tent is most depressing, and as all the other bungalows were being repaired, they could not live in one with any comfort. But finally the sun came out, and the girls really set off on almost the last stage of their tour. They expected to be in Judgeville at night, though the walk was about the longest they had planned for any one day.
"From Judgeville there is the longest stretch of all, nearly twenty-two miles." "Oh, dear!" groaned Grace. "We'll never do it. Why did you arrange for such a long walk, Betty?" "I couldn't help it. There were no other relatives available, and I couldn't have any made to order. There was no stopping place between here and home." "Oh, I dare say I can stand it," murmured Grace.
"Are you professional travelers?" "Just on a walking tour. We're from Deepdale. We're going home to-morrow, after stopping over night in Judgeville. We were just going to get our noon-day lunch when we saw you jump." "Indeed," remarked the young man, who was now wringing out his vest. "From Deepdale; eh? I've been through there on the train.
I'm from the West, and I've been in more than one flood." "You have!" cried Amy, and the others knew of what she was thinking her own case. "I hope he didn't have the same sort of trouble I had, though," she thought. "Perhaps if you were to walk along your clothes would dry quicker," said Betty. "And if you went on to Judgeville you might be able to get a tailor to press them."
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