THE ROMANCE OF DAN'L It did not take them very long to reach the river, a muddy little stream set below high banks.

By Dan'l's direction they turned to the left and followed the wind of the river for a mile or so until suddenly out of the darkness loomed a quaint little bungalow which the old German claimed to be his home.
"I haf architectured it mineself, unt make it built as I like it.

You vill come in unt shtop der night mit me," he said, as Wampus halted the machine before the door.
There was a little murmur of protest at this, for the house appeared to be scarcely bigger than the automobile.

But Uncle John pointed out, sensibly enough, that they ought not to undertake an unknown road at nighttime, and that Spotville, the town for which they were headed, was still a long way off.

The Major, moreover, had a vivid recollection of his last night's bed upon the roof of the limousine, where he had crept to escape rattlesnakes, and was in no mood to again camp out in the open while they traveled in Arizona.