“How is that old watchman?” asked our hero, to change the subject.
“You mean the man who was hurt?” asked his father. “He is about as well as ever.”
“And have you heard from Hooker Montgomery?”
“Not a word, and we sha’n’t need to, now.”
“Any word from Oak Hall?” asked Roger.
“Yes, the place opened again last week.”
“Then I suppose we’ll have to get back once more,” said Phil. “Well, we’ve had a long enough vacation,—if you can call it such,” he added, with a grin.
“And such adventures!” murmured Roger. “We’ll never see such strenuous times again, eh, Dave?”
“There is no telling, we may,” answered Dave. There were still many adventures ahead, and what they were will be related in the next volume of this series, to be entitled, “Dave Porter and the Runaways; or, Last Days at Oak Hall,” in which we shall meet our hero and his chums and enemies once more.
“If we are to go back to Oak Hall so soon, let us have all the fun we can,” said Dave, after the matter of the jewels had been settled; and the next day he and his chums and the girls went out for a grand sleighride, for it was still winter at home, even though it had been like summer on Cave Island.