think, Mr. Wadsworth," he had said, "if we hold that property for a few years it will be far more valuable than it is now. The State road has been built to within a few miles, and there is strong talk of its being carried directly past Mirror Lake. Not only that; there is also talk of the railroad putting in a spur through that district, and of course that will help a great deal."
"Very well, Mr. Basswood. If you think we ought to hold the land, we'll do it," had been Mr. Wadsworth's reply. "But what are we going to do with the bungalows in the meantime?"
"We can either use them or rent them," had been the answer.
For the past season, and also during the early part of the present summer, the two bungalows had been leased to some people from Rochester. But now both bungalows were unoccupied.
It had been Dunston Porter's suggestion that they go up to Mirror Lake on the return from the trip to Yellowstone Park, and this idea had been quickly seconded by the young folks, especially by Laura and Jessie, who had never as yet spent any time in the Adirondacks.
"They tell me the mountains are lovely, especially during the autumn," said the daughter of the jewelry manufacturer. "Oh, let us go, by all means!"
"I am sure I would like it," Laura had answered. "But who will go with us?"
The matter had been talked over while the young folks were returning from Yellowstone Park, and also while Dave and Ben were at home, as well as during the voyage on the Eaglet. As a result it had been arranged that Mr. and Mrs. Basswood were to go up for part of the time, and also Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth. Laura and Jessie, as well as Belle Endicott, who was coming East, were to go, along with Dave and Ben and a number of their chums. Mr. Dunston Porter and Dave's father said they would make several trips back and forth during the time the others were up there. It may be said here that the bungalows were fully furnished, so our friends had no anxiety on that score.
"We'll have the best time ever, Jessie," said Dave, in talking the matter over the day after his arrival home. "I am sure you will like it."
"Have you your things packed, Dave?" questioned his sister, who was present. "You don't want to leave that until the last minute."
"Oh, packing is getting easy to me, Laura. I feel like a regular traveler since I took those trips to Cave Island, and after the runaways, and to the Landslide Mine and Yellowstone Park."
"Oh, it was splendid, the way you relocated that gold mine, Dave!" cried Jessie. "How glad Roger and his folks must have been."
"They surely were glad," answered the youth. "I never saw Roger look so happy in my life. It took a big weight off his shoulders."
"And, just to think that they are going to give you and Phil an interest in that mine!" remarked Laura. "Why, Dave, if you keep on, you'll be a rich man some day."
"Well, I sha'n't complain if I am," answered the brother, coolly.
It had been arranged that the start for Mirror Lake should be made on the following Monday morning. Some of the folks were to go as far as they could by train, but the young people had demurred, stating that they wanted if possible to make the trip by automobile.
"We can take our machine and the Basswood car," said Dave. "It won't take us more than two or three days, and it will be lots of fun."
"But what are we going to do with the automobiles after we reach Carpen Falls?" asked Dunston Porter. "You can't go any farther in an auto than that."
"Isn't there some sort of garage at Carpen Falls?" questioned Ben, who was present.
"Probably there is. Anyway, I know there is a livery stable there."
"Then we could leave the machines there until we were ready to bring them back," replied Dave.
"We'll see about this later," said Dave's father, with a shake of his head. Automobiling did not appeal to him quite as strongly as it did to his son and his brother.
It was a beautiful afternoon, and Dave and Ben had arranged for a little run in the automobile, taking Laura and Jessie along. Dave ran the car, with Jessie on the seat beside him. Their course was out of Crumville, and then over the distant hills to a winding road which ran beside the river.
"It seems so strange, Dave, to think you are not going back to Oak Hall this fall," remarked Jessie, when the automobile was bowling along over the smooth highway.
"It does seem strange," was Dave's somewhat grave reply. "Do you know, sometimes I wish I were going back again."
"Why?"
"Well, if I had to do that I wouldn't have to bother about anything else just now, Jessie. As it is, I've got to make up my mind what I am going to do. One minute I think I want to go to college, and the next I have a notion of going into some sort of business."
"What does your father say, Dave?"
"He is leaving it entirely to me. He says if I want to go to college I can do so."
"What would you like to do best of all?"
"Oh, as for that, I'd like to travel, just as Uncle Dunston does. I'd like to see the world."
"I suppose that would be nice, Dave. But still a person can't be traveling all the time," and Jessie's face clouded a trifle.
"I shouldn't want to be traveling all the time, Jessie. Some day I'll want to settle down." He gave her an earnest look. "I thought that was all settled."
"Settled? What?" And the girl gave him a quick look in return.
"Why, that I was going to settle down some day, and that you were going to settle down with me."
"Oh, indeed! That's the first I ever heard of it."
"Oh, but you know, Jessie – "
"Dave, do you know that Laura and Ben are sitting right behind us?"
"Yes, but they are busy with their own talk."
"Maybe you only think so."
"All right. But it's settled; isn't it, Jessie?"
"I don't know that anything is settled." Jessie was gazing straight ahead at the road. "How about that beautiful young lady you rescued from drowning?"
"Oh, say! Please don't bring that up," pleaded Dave, hastily. "That was all some of Ben's nonsense."
"But you did pull her out of the water; didn't you, Dave?"
"What if I did? You wouldn't have me let her drown; would you?"
"Oh, of course not. But still Ben said – "
"Oh, there you go again! Didn't I tell you that was only some of Ben's nonsense? You mustn't believe a word he says."
"Indeed! I always thought Ben was a very truthful boy."
"Oh, well, if you're going to make a mountain out of a molehill – "
"I haven't made a mountain out of anything, Dave."
"Say, who's talking about mountains on the front seat?" interrupted Ben. "I thought we were going down on the river road."
"So we are," declared Dave, somewhat
