“I beg your pardon,” Gilroy interrupted, “but if it’s all the same to you, Mr. Bosworth, and to you boys, I’d like to partake of a little refreshment. This mountain air certainly does bring about an appetite!”
“I knew that something was giving me an appetite,” grinned Jimmie, “but I didn’t know what it was!”
“Cripes!” Jack laughed. “Jimmie had just the same kind of an appetite on the Amazon!”
“And Jimmie’s got just the same kind of an appetite now, too!” replied the boy, ladling out a great dish of stew. “I’m going to devour just three portions like this!” he insisted.
“Now, boys,” Mr. Bosworth said after supper was well under way, “I feel obliged to start for New York tomorrow, taking Gilroy with me.”
“Don’t you do it!” cried Jimmie. “We won’t have any fun if Gilroy goes away!”
“And my advice to you,” the lawyer went on, “is to come along with me.”
“Oh, Dad!” cried Jack. “Just because you got your business all in shape you want to drag us off to New York.”
“I’m only giving advice,” Mr. Bosworth replied, with a smile. “You boys can do just as you please.”
“Glory be!” shouted Jack.