"You ask us to make a
suggestion and then when we do you scout it. Suppose you tell us what
_you_ would like to do."
"I know what I should _like_ to do," he added, readily. "I should like
to break down that board that is in our way and go ahead whether they
like it or not. Nothing would give me greater pleasure."
"However?" suggested Allen.
"However, I know we'd get pinched--pardon, ladies--I mean, pulled in.
That doesn't sound just right, either, does it?" and he regarded them
with laughing eyes.
"I imagine 'arrested' is the word you want," said Betty, demurely.
"That's it, thank you," he said, all irritability gone as suddenly as it
had come. "So, as long as that is understood, perhaps we might do worse
than follow Allen's suggestion, after all."
"Genius always triumphs in the end," said Allen, with a gravity that set
them laughing.
"Perhaps it would be better if we hurried a little," Mrs. Irving
suggested, when they had had their laugh out. "With no delay it would
take us almost till sundown to reach The Shadows and I don't want to be
too late."
"All right, here goes to try to back the old bus out of this mud-hole
and turn her around," Frank agreed.
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