'cause I don't git many. But there ain't no call for you to try to string me that way—jest 'cause you slipped me a dime."
"But we did take those pictures," insisted Joe.
The boy edged away, as though he were afraid they might take strenuous measures to compel him to believe them. Then, as a parting shot, he called out:
"Much obliged for the dime, but I ain't as green as I look, mister. You take them pictures? Bah! Think I'll believe that?" And he set off on the run.
"I guess we might have better kept still," spoke Blake, with a grin at his chum.
"I guess so, too. I s'pose it was asking rather too much to get him to believe a couple of strange fellows took those views. And do you know, Blake," went on Joe, "sometimes when I get to thinking about what we've gone through since we used to work on the farm, I can hardly believe it myself."
"That's right. The stunts we did in New York were strenuous enough for a starter, but in the jungle, and in earthquake land—good night!—as the poet says!" exclaimed Blake.
"And this is going to be worse, if I'm any judge," went, on Joe, as he nodded in the direction of the flooded river.
