“How long are you going to stay?” asked Mr. Pierce.
Then Jack told of the formation of the gun club, and how it happened that they had a chance to come West on a late fall hunting trip.
“It makes me feel young again,” declared Mr. Pierce as his eyes lighted up. “I declare, I’ve a good notion to hit the trail again.”
“Oh, you mustn’t think of that, daddy!” exclaimed Mabel. “Remember, you promised me you would stay home now and rest.”
“Rest? I guess you mean rust,” said Mr. Pierce, his deep-set eyes sparkling with fun. “I sure would like to hit the trail again.”
“We would be very glad to have you come along with us,” said Jack. “We have plenty of shelter tents, and lots of grub.”
“I’d like it—I’d like it,” said Mr. Pierce musingly.
“Daddy!” expostulated his daughter.
She shot a somewhat indignant glance at Jack for proposing such a thing, but she was not angry.