87
XIX. Jib Jab, Is He Human? . . . . . . 92
XX. The Parade . . . . . . . . . . . 96
XXI. We Visit The Side Show . . . . . . 100
XXII. Brent Gaylong . . . . . . . . . . 106
XXIII. Brent's Story . . . . . . . . . . 113
XXIV. The Light In The Woods . . . . . . 119
XXV. In The Dark . . . . . . . . . . 123
XXVI. Dorry And I And The Cricket . . . 128
XXVII. We Take Harry Into Our Confidence 133
XXVIII. In The Woods . . . . . . . . . . 139
XXIX. Jib Jab And Harry . . . . . . . . 144
XXX. Jib Jab Is Surprised . . . . . . . 149
XXXI. Jib Jab's Story . . . . . . . . . 154
XXXII. Jib Jab Turns Out To Be Human . . 158
XXXIII. We Part Company . . . . . . . . . 164
XXXIV. A Good Idea . . . . . . . . . . 168
XXXV. What I Heard On The Telephone . . 173
XXXVI. Up The Trail . . . . . . . . . . 179
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.
Gee, that fellow had us laughing all the time. I told him that if the
story wasn't about anything except just a hike, maybe it would be slow,
but he said it couldn't be slow if we went a hundred miles in one book.
He said more likely the book would be arrested for speeding. I should
worry. "Forty miles are as many as it's safe to go in one book," he said,
"and here we