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Then a smile crept over Tom's face, a smile quite as unusual with him as his sudden spirit of surrender had been; a smile of childish happiness. He almost broke out laughing from the reaction. "Are you carvin' a souvenir?" he said foolishly. "No, I ain't carrvin' no souveneerr," Archer answered. "Therre's fish among those rocks and I'm goin' to spearr 'em." "You ain't carvin' a what!" said Tom.
"If they should have any dogs with 'em, that'll take 'em off the trail," he said. "I'm sorry I didn't get you a souveneerr too," said Archer, as they hurried along. This was the first intimation Tom had that Archer regarded the little compass merely as a souvenir. "You can give me those papers you took," he said, half in joke. "It's only an envelope," Archer said.
A very narrow doorway opened out of this circular room, from which the door was broken away, leaving two massive wrought-iron hinges sticking out conspicuously into the open space. As Tom's eyes fell upon these he thought wistfully of how eagerly Archer would have appropriated one of them as a "souveneerr." Poor, happy-go-lucky Archer! He probably just didn't like to say he wasn't "
I'd like to have one of those blamed things to wearr for a souveneerr." Tom Slade had stood silent throughout this harangue, and now he laughed a little awkwardly.
"I ain't carrvin' a souveneerr," Archer said with the familiar Catskill Mountain roll to his R's. "I just wanted to hear you say it," said Tom, limping over to him and for the first time in his life yielding to the weakness of showing sentiment. "All night long," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bunk, "I was thinkin' how you said it and it sounds kind of good "
"You're always thinking about apples and souvenirs," said Tom. "You can bet I'm going to get a souveneerr in herre, all right!" Archer announced. "Therre ought to be lots of good ones herre, hey?" "Maybe they grow in furious what-d'you-call-'ems?" suggested sober Tom. "If it keeps as level as this, we ought to be able to waltz into the barrbed wirre by tomorrow night.
I'll look like an observation ballooner, or whatever you call 'em." "Good idea," said Tom, "and look!" "A souveneerr?" cried Archer. "The best you ever saw," Tom answered, rooting in the engine tool chest by the aid of the flashlight and hauling out a pair of rubber gloves. "What good are those?" said Archer, somewhat scornfully. "What good! They're a passport into Switzerland."
"Let me have the flashlight," he said with rather more excitement than he often showed. And he would say no more till he had examined the little splinter of wood in its glare. "It's all right," he said; "we're safe in going there. See this? It's a splinter from the flagpole " "A souveneerr!" Archer interrupted. "There you go again," said Tom. "Who's talking about souvenirs?
"I got an idea," said Tom simply. "If I could get a piece of that electrified wirre for a souveneerr," mused Archer, "I'd " "You'll have a broken head for a souvenir in a minute," said Tom, "if you don't watch where you're going." "Gee, you've got eyes in your feet," said Archer admiringly. "Whenever you see a fallen tree," said Tom, "look out for holes.
"What you got to do, you do," said Archer; "that's what you'rre always sayin'. Didn't you say you wanted it so's you could see that fellerr Blondel's house from the mountains? Therre it is," he said, nodding toward an old ring-net that stood near, "and it's some souveneerr too, 'cause it's been at the bottom of the old Rhine."
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