Bert said, "Well, if it's a case of supposing, suppose we start home."
We hiked it back the same way we had come, all the way in a pelting rain. It came down in sheets—and pillowcases. When we hit into the old creek bed, the water was running through it just the same as if it was a regular creek. It was right up to the top of the bushes that grew there and dragging them sideways, as it rushed along.
"Well, what do you know about that?" I said.
Bert just stood looking at it and then he said, "That's no rain water."
"Sure it is," I said; "what else do you suppose it is?"
"Something's wrong," he said.
All of a sudden he reached in through the wet bushes and pulled something out. "Look at that," he said.
It was a sort of a little college pennant on a stick,
"Those fellows went to Catskill didn't they?" Bert asked me, kind of quick.
T told him, "Yes, I thought so."
"Lucky for them," he said, "that's off their tent. Come on, hurry up."
We didn't try to go through the old creek bot-
