Part 24 (1/2)

That afternoon Ned and Fenn went over to Bart's house and found him cleaning a small rifle.

”What's up?” asked Fenn.

”Getting ready to go frog hunting,” said Bart. ”Dad likes their hind legs fried in b.u.t.ter and I said I'd get him a mess.”

”Where you going?” asked Ned.

”Over to Ducker's pond. There's lots of 'em there.”

”Want any company?” inquired Fenn.

”Sure, come along. Get your rifles. There's a boat over there. Tell Frank and we'll make a day of it.”

”They ought to be out plentiful after the rain,” remarked Ned. ”I'd like to get some for my father. He is fond of 'em.”

The boys found frog-hunting great sport. As they walked home in the twilight they pa.s.sed a field in which a crowd of men were gathered about numerous wagons. Here and there tents were being raised.

”What's this?” asked Bart.

”Why it's the traveling fair,” replied Ned. ”Don't you remember, it's been advertised for the last two weeks? It must have just gotten in.

Come on over.”

Ned's surmise proved correct. A large traveling show and fair combined had reached Darewell, where it was to remain for three days. There had been a delay, caused by a break-down of some of the wagons, and, instead of arriving in the early morning, they had only now reached the grounds.

A throng had been attracted by the show, and scores of the boys of the town were offering their services to help put up the tents. The burly men in charge, however, went about their business systematically, and, working by the glare of gasolene torches, soon had some of the tents raised, though the main one would not be in place until morning.

In one part of the grounds the cooking wagon with its portable ranges was in full operation, and hungry men and women performers were making a hasty meal.

”Let's take these frogs home and come back after supper,” proposed Bart. ”We can have some fun.”

This the lads did. They found a bigger crowd than before at the fair grounds, more wagons having arrived with the exhibits.

”Out of the way there!” yelled a hoa.r.s.e voice as a big vehicle, drawn by four horses, approached where the chums were standing. As they moved out of its path they saw, painted on the side of the wagon in large letters, that showed plainly in the flaring torches, the word:

BALLOON.

”That's so, there's going to be a balloon ascension every day,” said Ned. ”We'll have to take this in to-morrow.”

”That's what we will,” replied Bart. ”I've never seen a balloon go up.”

”You'll have a chance to go up in one if you want to,” put in Fenn.

”How?”

”Why this is a captive balloon. It's fast to the ground by a rope. They let persons go up in it for a half dollar apiece.”

”Then we'll go up,” decided Frank. ”I've always wanted a ride in one.”

CHAPTER XXII