“Nothing but fun from now on,” declared Tom, “and it will soon be spring and baseball.”
“What are you going to do this vacation?”
“I don’t know. I’ve got to wait and see how dad and mother make out in Australia, I suppose. I must write and tell them all that happened here.”
What Tom did when school closed may be learned by reading the next volume of this series, to be called, “Tom Fairfield at Sea; or, The Wreck of the Silver Star.”
“And so Skeel forged that note?” asked Jack, when he and his chum were in their room that night.
“Yes, it was a rank copy of Bruce’s signature. And he had raised the amount, too. I guess he was after money, all right.”
“I wonder where he went?”
“Far enough off, I imagine. He’ll never trouble Elmwood Hall again.”
“Nor Bruce Bennington, either.”
And this was so. Bruce was a different lad, from then on. His face was always smiling, as it had been before his trouble.