"Why, I thought you had what you wanted!" cried Poole, in astonishment.
"I did have, but I——Well, it doesn't matter, Nat. I'll get along somehow." And then Gus Plum heaved a deeper sigh than ever. Evidently there was something on his mind which worried him considerably.
CHAPTER XXVII
WHAT HAPPENED AT ROCKVILLE
"Boys, how is this for weather!" called out Roger, the following morning. "Isn't it cold enough to freeze the hind leg off a wooden horse?"
"I guess the bottom has dropped out of the thermometer," answered Dave, as he followed Roger in rising.
"How do you feel, Dave?"
"Oh, pretty good. My chin is a little swollen and my shoulder is somewhat stiff, that's all."
"Wonder if Jasniff is back yet," said Ben.