“He certainly must have been a pretty wicked boy to attempt anything like that,” was Frank Andrews’ comment. “It’s bad enough for schoolboys to fight with their fists; but that at least is a fair way to do.”
The two chums were tired out from their strenuous adventures of the day, and were glad to retire early. During the night the storm cleared away entirely, and in the morning the sun shown as brightly as ever.
“If you don’t mind, Dave, I’ll take that telegram down to the office,” said Roger, while the pair were dressing. “I’m expecting a box that father said he was sending, and I can ask for that at the same time.”
“All right, Roger. But you had better wait until the mail gets in. There may be some other message we’ll want to send.”
The mail was brought in while the youths were at breakfast, and was distributed immediately after that repast was over.
“Hello, here’s a letter from Phil!” cried our hero, as he noticed the postmark “Philadelphia.”
“I’ve got the box from dad,” returned the senator’s son, “so I won’t have to ask about that at the express office.”
“I knew it!” exclaimed Dave, who had ripped the letter open and was scanning its contents. “Phil is coming out here to pay a visit to Star Ranch; and he says he may bring Shadow Hamilton with him. Isn’t that the best ever?”
“So it is, Dave! But it’s no more than I expected—at least so far as Phil is concerned. I knew he couldn’t remain away from Belle Endicott very long,” and the senator’s son winked suggestively.
“Here’s a lot of news about the other fellows, Luke Watson, Polly Vane, and Jim Murphy. Polly has gone into business with an uncle of his, and Jim Murphy has a well-paying position up at Yale.”