over the watch to hide it before he faced Garf. âAll right, letâs talk business,â he said. âI return the watch and clear your name; you give me back my motorcycle.â
From the trampoline Ralph heard Lana say as she bounced, âBadâdogâSam! Youâre supposedâto be aâwatchâdog!â She stopped bouncing and began to scold Sam. âYouâre a watchdog. Why didnât you watch what Catso was doing? Why did you let Catso get that poor little mouse?â
Garf thought awhile before he said, âWhy do you want the motorcycle? The ground is pretty uneven around here.â
âWhy do you want it?â countered Ralph. âYouâre too big to ride it. It is mouse-sized, not boy-sized.â
âI want it because I like to think aboutmotorcycles,â said Garf. âI push it back and forth and think about riding a motorcycle when I grow up.â
âI want it to ride,â said Ralph. âNow. Back to the Mountain View Inn. I want to go home.â
âThe Mountain View Inn!â Garf was incredulous. âThatâs over a mile away. Youâd never make it.â
Ralph recalled the long and thrilling downhill ride. He remembered how he had thought at the time that he would never be able to go back up the mountain road. âMaybe youâre right,â he admitted.
âOf course, you wouldnât,â said Garf. He pulled the motorcycle out of his pocket and ran a finger over the front tire. âFor one thing your tires would never stand the trip. Theyâre wearing smooth. There is still a lot of mileage left in them if you ride on floors, but they wonât hold up on a highway.â
âOh.â Ralph had not considered the possibility of his tires wearing out.
âAnd another thing,â said Garf. âYouâd probably get laryngitis from making a motorcycle noise before you were halfway there.â
Ralph was utterly dejected. âI suppose youâre right.â
âBadâSam! BadâSam!â scolded Lana from the trampoline.
Ralph ducked under a leaf while some campers walked past. âWhat am I going to do?â he asked pitifully, as he emerged. âI canât stay here with the cats. Iâm a hotel mouse. Iâm not used to living on weed seeds out in the cold. When winter comes Iâll probably dieâif the cats donât get me first. Iâve got to try to make it back to the hotel.â
âYou should have thought about things like that before you ran away,â chided Garf.
âI should, but I didnât,â said Ralph coldly.âYou donât have to sound like a grown-up.â
âSorry,â apologized Garf. The dinner bell rang, and campers began to run toward the dining hall. Catso, avoiding Lana with a haunted look on his furry face, darted from one hiding place to the next, on his way to the kitchen door. Poor old Sam, so conscientious and anxious to please, padded dejectedly across the grass with his tail drooping. He had failed in his duty.
Ralph did not have much time. âDo we have an agreement or donât we?â he demanded of the boy.
âI have a better idea,â said Garf. âIâll take you back to the hotel myself when my family comes to get me. Theyâll be spending the night there before they come to pick me up the day after tomorrow. The camp doesnât serve us lunch on the day we leave, so I know weâll stop at the inn for lunch before we start for home. Itâs the only place aroundhere. I could easily take you along in my pocket.â
This offer was more than Ralph had hoped for. âBut the motorcycle,â he persisted. âIf I return the watch, will you give it back?â Ralph felt he would rather perish at Happy Acres Camp than return to the hotel without his motorcycle.
âHow will you return it?â Garf was curious. âYou couldnât get it up on the shelf in