"Yes, we'd be ever so much obliged," echoed the two ladies, whose shoes
were all muddy from having jumped out of the automobile down into the
ditch.

It did not take Daddy Brown and Bunker Blue long to fasten a rope from
their automobile to the one stuck in the mud. Then when the big
auto-moving van, in which the Browns were going to camp, started off
down the road, it pulled the small car from the mud as easily as
anything.

"Thank you, very much," said the man when he saw that he and the ladies
could go on again. "The next time I get behind a hay wagon I'll wait
until I have room to turn out, without getting into a mud hole. I'm very
much obliged to you, Mr. Brown, and if ever you get stuck in the mud I
hope I can pull you out."

"I'm afraid you couldn't do it with your small car, when my auto is such
a large one." Mr. Brown answered, "but thank you just the same."

Then the man in his small automobile, rode off with the two women, and,
a little later, the Browns were once more on their way.

It was a little before noon when they came in sight of a big lake, which
they could see through the trees. It was not far from the road.

"Oh, what lake is that?" asked Mrs. Brown.

"That is Lake Wanda, where we are going to camp," said Mr. Brown. "We'll
turn in toward it, pretty soon, and begin putting up the tents."