“Here’s the postman!” he cried, waving some papers in the air. “Letters for each of ye!”
Three anxious boys opened three envelopes and soon were busy reading the missives. Then came three simultaneous whoops of delight.
“I can stay!” yelled Bob.
“Me, too!” exclaimed Jerry.
“And me!” came from Ned.
“I don’t blame your folks for lettin’ ye stay,” put in Nestor. “You’re makin’ money here every day out of this mine.”
The parents of the boys had wisely concluded that it would be a good experience for their sons to develop the mine further, since they seemed to be in good hands under Nestor’s guidance, and able to take care of themselves.
“We’ll have no end of good times,” said Bob, trying to turn a handspring on the grass, but tumbling down in the effort.
“I’d feel better if I was sure we had seen the last of Noddy and Pender, as well as Bill Berry and that Dalsett chap,” spoke Jerry.
“Oh, they’ll never bother us again,” came from Ned. “They’re running like scared rabbits. We’ll never see them again.”