“I’m going home to rest and study after my strenuous life of the last few seasons,” the Professor stated. “How about you, Walter?”
“Father has a job for me as messenger in a bank in St. Joseph,” answered Walter Perkins.
“Your turn, Chunky. What’s it to be?”
“Banking. I’m going into Walter Perkins’ father’s bank.”
“Does father know about it?”
“Of course he does!” retorted Stacy. “Did you think I was going to break into the bank?”
“Can’t tell about you,” laughed Tad. “As for Ned and me–Professor Zepplin’s friend, Colonel Van Zandt, who has large timber interests, has used his influence to get us appointments in the United States Forestry Service. We’ll go to work next spring. And now, fellows, I suggest that we give three cheers for the best fellow that ever lived, Professor Zepplin!”
The cheers were given with a will, then all went to their tents for their last night in their camp in Alaska.
THE END