over their neighbors. We could of talked to plenty o’ people here, all right; they were as clubby a gang as I ever seen. But I was afraid if I said somethin’ they’d have to answer; and, with their mouths as full o’ citrus fruit as they was, the results might of been fatal to my light suit.
We went up the lake to a canal and then through it to Indian River. The boat run aground every few minutes and had to be pried loose. About twelve o’clock a cullud gemman come up on deck and told us lunch was ready. At half past one he served it at a long family table in the cabin. As far as I was concerned, he might as well of left it on the stove. Even if you could of bit into the food, a glimpse of your fellow diners would of strangled your appetite.
After the repast I called the Missus aside.
“Somethin’ tells me we’re not goin’ to live through three days o’ this,” I says. “What about takin’ the train from Fort Pierce and beatin’ it for Jacksonville, and then home?”
“But that’d get us to Chicago too quick,” says she. “We told people how long we was goin’ to be gone and if we got back ahead o’ time they’d think they was somethin’ queer.”
“They’s too much queer on this boat,” I says. “But you’re goin’ to have your own way from now on.”
We landed in Fort Pierce about six. It was only two or three blocks to the hotel, but when they laid out that part o’ town they overlooked some o’ the modern conveniences, includin’ sidewalks. We staggered through the sand with our grips and sure had worked up a hunger by the time we reached Ye Inn.
“Got reservations for us here?” I ast the clerk.
“Yes,” he says, and led us to ’em in person.