“I hope to be there and listen to what goes on,” said the hermit. “And after all I’m not sorry those vicious boys thought to bombard me the way they did, since it has given me the opportunity to get acquainted with such a fine lot of lads. But I see my friend, the Judge, coming with his car, and I’ll say good-bye to you all for the present.”
He waved his hand to them as he rode away beside the white-bearded judge, who was one of the most highly respected citizens of Lenox.
“Well, he’s a mighty fine sort of an old party, for a fact!” declared George, as they looked after the receding car; nor did he mean the slightest disrespect in speaking in this fashion of the interesting old man they had met in such a strange way.
“I’d give something if only I could visit Mr. Henderson at his cabin,” remarked Felix; “I reckon he must have a heap of things worth seeing in his collection.”
“Who knows,” said Tom, cheerily, “but what some good luck might take us up that way one of these fine days.”
“Let’s hope so,” added Josh, as they once more started toward home.