“Oh, ho!” grinned Leon. “I catch on! Don’t want your old man to know, eh? Played hookey, did you?”
“I didn’t feel like going to school to-day, and so I’m not going.”
“Then you mean to stay out this afternoon?”
“Yes.”
“Well, say, I’m with you. Where’ll we go?”
Don was not at all pleased, for he did not desire Leon’s company; but that made no difference to Leon, and, discovering his companion was determined to hang on like a leech, the doctor’s son said:
“I’m going anywhere out of the village. I feel like getting off by myself.”
“Then, say, let’s go over into the Powder Mill Woods. I’ll get my rifle and we can have some fun popping at squirrels and birds. We might strike some partridges. What do you say?”
“I’d as lief go there as anywhere, but I don’t care about tramping all the way round by the road.”
“We’ll get a boat down by Nutt’s Wharf and row over. Let’s turn round and go back for my rifle.”