"I don't believe Ward Porton will ever bother you again, Dave," said Roger, one day, but the surmise of the senator's son proved incorrect. When Ward Porton learned that our hero had visited Obadiah Jones he lost no time in disappearing for awhile. But then he got back to his old tricks, and what he did will be related in another volume, to be entitled, "Dave Porter and His Double; Or, The Disappearance of the Basswood Fortune."
When Link Merwell was brought to trial, his father came forward and did everything he could for the wayward son. But it was proved beyond a doubt that Merwell had been as guilty as Jasniff, and he received an equal sentence of imprisonment.
"Poor Link! I feel sorry for him," was Dave's comment. "He might have made quite a man of himself."
The weather was now growing colder every day, and soon there was a trace of snow in the air.
"We'll have to leave Bear Camp very soon unless we want to be snowed in," declared Mrs. Wadsworth. And then after a conference, it was decided by all hands to pack up and go home.
"Well, in spite of our troubles, it's been a grand outing!" declared Roger.
"One of the best ever!" added Phil.
"I've had a perfectly lovely time!" came from Jessie. "But I do hope Dave never again runs into such trouble as he had up here."
"Well, a fellow has got to take things as they come," answered our hero.
And here, with the future looking cloudless and bright, we will leave Dave Porter and say good-bye.