"Let me know," pleaded Billy, who had donned his becoming new clothes without delay and happily found them sufficiently large, "if you find anything."
"I surely will," promised Miss Blossom.
Three days later, Mr. Saunders, this time on horseback, rode into camp.
"I'm commissioned," he explained, "to say a certain word in Billy's hearing. Where is he?"
"Getting washed for dinner," replied Henrietta, flourishing the bread-knife toward the river.
"Don't mention my errand," said Saunders. "I'll spring it on Billy when we're all at table—I've invited myself to dinner."
"We'll let everybody get seated before we call Billy," agreed Henrietta. "And I'll warn the girls. You might tie your horse behind those bushes and perhaps he won't know you're here until you speak."
Sure enough, hungry Billy plunged to his place without observing the visitor; but when the plates were filled, Mr. Saunders suddenly leaned forward, looked at Billy, and remarked casually: "The last time I was in Pittsburg——"
"Pittsburg!" gasped Billy, with widening eyes. "Were you ever in Pittsburg?"
"No," admitted Saunders, rather sheepishly. "Were you?"