“Where’d you get that gun, Bart?” asked Fenn as he came in with the cake.
“Saw it advertised in a catalog, and sent to New York for it.”
“How much?”
“Eighteen dollars. It was the first money I used of the thousand I got from the ‘King of Paprica’”—for such was the assumed name of the principal man in the mystery the boys had cleared up.
“From New York, eh?” spoke Ned. “That reminds me I have an invitation to visit my uncle and aunt there.”
“That’s so. You asked us to come and see you,” added Bart. “Wish we could go around Christmas time.”
“If the holiday vacation was longer maybe we could,” remarked Ned.
“Speaking of holidays, what’s the matter with going hunting the end of next week?” asked Bart. “I’ve got my gun, and you fellows have your small rifles.”
“I can borrow a shotgun,” put in Fenn.
“This is Thursday,” went on Bart. “School closes to-morrow for the Thanksgiving celebration. Let’s see, Thanksgiving is a week from to-day. That would give us three days counting Monday, when we can start off. Why not go on a shooting trip and stay a couple of nights in the woods? It’s not very cold, and we could take plenty of blankets.”