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XXXVII. A Voice . . . . . . . . . . 185
XXXVIII. We Fight And Run Away . . . . . . 189
XXXIX. Welcome Home . . . . . . . . . . 197
XL. Mmm-Mm-M-M! . . . . . . . . . . 203
ROY BLAKELEY, PATHFINDER
CHAPTER I
HELLO, HERE I AM AGAIN
This story is all about a hike. It starts on Bridge Street and ends on
Bridge Street. Maybe you'll think it's just a street story. But that's
where you'll get left. It starts at the soda fountain in Warner's Drug
Store on Bridge Street in Catskill, New York, and it ends at the soda
fountain in Bennett's Candy Store on Bridge Street in Bridgeboro, New
Jersey. That's where I live; not in Bennett's, but in Bridgeboro. But I'm
in Bennett's a lot.
Believe _me_, that hike was over a hundred miles long. If you rolled it up
in a circle it would go around Black Lake twenty times. Black Lake would
be just a spool--_good night!_ In one place it was tied in a bowline knot,
but we didn't count that. It was a good thing Westy Martin knew all about
bowline knots or we'd have been lost..
Harry Donnelle said it would be all right for, me to say that we hiked all
the way, except in one place where we were carried away by the scenery.
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