The Slowcoach

s a great relief. Robert hailed him, an

e night. "I'll make the fire and boil the kettle, and fetch water, and so on, a

e of lying still and drowsy, and hear

and eggs, and Mrs. Gosden, who seemed, early as it was, to be in the very middle of a day's work, and who refused to believe that the boys were not

o their bargain, they were out of the field and on the highroad, and no sign of their camp re

th the morning telegram, began to realize that he was in for a blister on his left

of Rests, "that we shall have to ride a good deal, because we simply must go twelv

owcoach with great frequency, but it was not a g

ockings from left to right." They found that the soap was really useful, and got on much better, and a little later they were overtaken by two young men on a walking tour, who slowed down to fall into step for a while with Robert and Jack. One gave them some hints. "When you are very tired," he said, "it helps to hold something in front of yo

ou go. All sing together-marching songs, if you know any, such as 'Tramp, boys,

to get the evening's dinner; and meanwhile Janet persuaded the Beatrice stove to give them tea. It was while here that they

which sounded exceedingly attractive as a campingground, especially to one who had read "Lavengro" and remembered the Dingle there, near Long Melton

e all the day and get their blisters cured with Mr. Lenox's ointment, and therefore a telegram would have to go to Mrs. Avory at once, telling her not to go to Stratford till Saturday, "and also," Robert added, "to bring my bicycle. W

g Norton, and the man not only said he would take the telegram and the l

e went to bed that Thursday night much mor

he night he crept out of his sack and walked into the open, away from the trees, intent upon comparing the magnetic north-which his compass gave h

w; but to his astonishment and alarm, on reaching the caravan he could not find the tent. There was the Slowcoach right enough,

ce and this extraordinary occurrence affected his nerves, so that he suddenly had a pa

t certainly did not belong to any of th

ps in his surprise. "Please,"

and a big head and beard and

id. "What Slowcoach? The

the name of our ca

en it's over there. I saw it as

d quite recovered his composure. "How late

on the country. I shan't go till after breakfast, anyhow.

, Snail," s

m the next morning ("And it is right for us to call first," said Janet, "since we have lived here longer"), th