a milk brigade, each with his bright tin pail of sweet new milk in his
hand.


CHAPTER XIII
THE BOAT CARNIVAL

"It didn't seem right to take all this milk," remarked Hal, as the
three boys made their way in the dark, along the ocean road.

"But we would have offended the lady had we refused," said Harry.
"Besides, we may be able to get her good customers by giving out the
samples," he went on. "I'm sure it is good milk, for the place was
clean, and that cow we found, or that found us, was a real Jersey."

The other boys did not attempt to question Harry's right to give
expert views where cows and milk were concerned; so they made their
way along without further comment.

"I suppose our folks will think we are lost," ventured Hal.

"Then they will think right," admitted Bert, "for that was just what
we were, lost."

Crossing the bridge, the boys could hear voices.

"That's father," declared Hal. Then they listened.

"And that's Uncle William," said Bert, as another voice reached them.