"This is really and truly the metropolis of Oak Run!" sang out Tom. "Move lively now, or you'll be carried further."
The two young travelers alighted, each with two suitcases. In addition Fred carried a fishing rod. Hans was loaded down with a fishing rod, a shotgun, a big box camera, and a bundle done up in a steamer robe.
"Hello, Hans, did you just come across the Atlantic?" questioned Dick, as the boys shook hands all around.
"Atlantic?" repeated Hans Mueller. "Not much I didn't, Dick; I come from home, chust so straight like der railroad runs alretty."
"You brought a few things along I see."
"Sure I did. Vy not, of've go camping by der yoods? I got my fishing sthick, and my gun, and a planket, and a camera to took vild animals."
"Going to take their pictures first and then slay 'em, eh?" remarked Tom.
"Dot's it."
"Got your license, I suppose."
"License. Vot license?"
"To snap-shot the lions and tigers and bears, Hans. It costs two dollars and ten cents to snap-shot a bear now, and lions and tigers are a dollar and forty-five."
