"We'll begin here at the car, and hunt all over these woods until we find a dump!"
"What's a dump?" inquired Benny.
"O Benny!' answered Violet. "You know what a dump is. All old bottles and papers and broken dishes."
"And wheels?" asked Benny interestedly. "Will there be any old wheels?"
"Yes, maybe," assented Violet, "But cups, Benny! Think of drinking milk out of a cup again!"
"Oh, yes," said Benny, politely. But it was clear that his mind was centered on wheels rather than cups.
The exploring party started slowly down the rusty track, with the dog hopping happily on three legs. The fourth paw, nicely bandaged with Jess' handkerchief, he held up out of harm's way.
"I think this is a spur track," said Jess. "They built it in here so they could load wood on the cars, and then when they had cut all the wood they didn't need the track any more."
This explanation seemed very likely, for here and there were stumps of trees and decaying chips. Violet took note of these chips, and
