"Say we go there, then," said Kit Pott.

"Let's take the vote on it. Those in favor of Hawley's say aye."

The ayes came storming out, as though each was bound to be the first
and loudest.

"Contrary, no," continued the self-made president; and Bob Trotter
voted solidly "No!"

"We didn't ask you to vote," said Dick, returning to his quarrel.

Dick was constitutionally and habitually pugnacious, but he had such
a cordial way of forgiving everybody he injured that people couldn't
stay mad with him. Indeed, he was quite a favorite.

"I'm the other side of the 'ouse," Bob answered Dick. "You can't carry
this hidee through without my 'elp."

"We hired you to take us to the woods."

"You 'ired me and my wagin and them harticles--whoa!" (Bob's
"harticles" stopped)--"to take you to Crow Roost. You didn't 'ire me
for 'Awley's, and I haint goin' ther' without a new contract."

"What difference is it to you where we go?" Dick demanded. "You belong
to us for the day."

"Four miles further and back,--height miles makes a difference to the