“Why, you don’t seem to be very glad that school has closed, giving you an additional vacation,” remarked Jack.
“I’m not.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got to go and live with my guardian. He hates me. He’ll be twitting me of how I robbed him, when I had no more to do with the loss of his money than—than you did. I was beginning to like it here, but now I’ve got to go back. It’s tough!”
“Say, how would you like to come with me?”
“Come with you? Where?”
“Hunting in the Shoshone Mountains.”
“Do you mean it?” asked Will eagerly, his eyes brightening. He sprang to his feet, all his sadness gone.
“Of course I mean it,” went on Jack. “Some of my chums are going to form a sort of gun club, and I’d like to include you in it. Will you come?”
“Will I come? Say, I——”