“Goinome?” he said to Jack.
“Going home?” repeated our hero. “That’s what I am, Budge. Are you?”
“SoonsIkin.”
“As soon as you can, eh? Well, it will be this afternoon for mine,” went on Jack. “Can’t stay here and freeze.”
Dr. Mead and his assistants were busy arranging for the departure of the pupils, while the head of the school also telegraphed for new parts of the damaged boiler.
Jack and Nat packed their belongings, and prepared to start for Denton.
“Say, who all are going camping and hunting?” asked Nat, pausing in the act of thrusting his clothes into his trunk.
“Why, I was thinking if we could take the same crowd we had before you and I were captured and taken aboard the Polly Ann this summer, it would be nice,” replied Jack. “There’s you and Bony and Sam and me.”
“And Budge.”
“Oh, yes, Budge. I’ll take him along if he’ll go. He likes to putter around camp, but he doesn’t care much about hunting. He’d rather chew gum.”