' I took a good squint at him and, by jingoes, it was! It was
Horace E. Chandler. 'Caught at last,' I said."
"So here we are on our way home from Elm Center. It's a pretty little
village-post office, two stables, a hardware store where you can buy cake,
and a watering trough. One of the nicest watering troughs I ever saw.
"And Horace E. Chandler? Oh, they never saw him or heard of him. Maybe he
went up in the airplane, huh? If I only had a Curtis biplane, I'd search
the skies."
CHAPTER XXIV
THE LIGHT IN THE WOODS
Gaylong just rested his leg on his other knee and clasped his hands in back
of his head and kept looking up at the sky. He said, "So that's the story
of the adventurous Church Mice. The next time we go in for a hundred
dollars, we're going to get jobs in grocery stores. Hey, kids?" I could see
he thought an awful lot of those fellows.
All the while Harry Donnelle was whistling to himself, as if he didn't care
much. Pretty soon he said, "You had your turn; what more do you want?
What's a hundred dollars?"
"It's a good deal to _us_," Gaylong laughed.
"You said something about treasure hunting," Harry said; "you don't suppose
anybody ever goes treasure hunting on account of the treasure, do you?
They go on account of the adventure.
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