And seated under a stately elm that grew by the roadside, Oliver related all there was in his mind.
Gus Gregory was deeply interested.
“I hope you’ll succeed,” he said. “My, how I wish I was going along! Nothing would suit me better.”
“And nothing would suit me better than to have you,” replied Oliver; “but that can’t be thought of.”
“Which way are you going?”
“By the way of Panama.”
“It will cost quite a bit.”
“Something less than a hundred dollars.”
“That is quite a sum, but not so much as I thought. Have you got your ticket yet?”