maybe he’d be willing to rent it for the summer. And, finally a week or so ago, we wrote him—”
“We?” queried Chub.
“Well, then, you wrote him, Chubbie my boy; but I supplied the stamp. And yesterday—no, the day before yesterday—we got his note; and to-morrow we’re all going to call at his studio and find out how much he wants for it for the summer.”
“Bully!” cried Dick enthusiastically. “And where are we going in it?”
“I thought it would be fun to go down Long Island Sound, but Chub wants to go up the river.”
“Up the Hudson? That would be great! We could go away up to—to Buffalo—”
“Yes, we’d get there about November,” laughed Chub. “The Jolly Roger goes about as fast as—as a mule walks!”
“Bet you Dick really thinks Buffalo is on the Hudson,” said Roy.
“Isn’t it?” asked Dick in surprise. “I did think it was; honest. Where is it, then?”
“It—it’s on—you tell him, Roy.”
“It’s on a lake.”
“It’s on Niagara Falls,” added Chub know-
