“Where are your bow and arrows?” asked Frank.
“I shall tell you nothing at all about it, now,” said Tommy. “It is my own secret.”
“Then you have two secrets,” said Frank, referring to the fact that Tommy had been made custodian of the secret he was supposed to have selected for the Club.
“Yes, but that don’t amount to much,” said Tommy.
“Nothing, after all,” said Master Lewis, quietly, who had seen Tommy’s conundrum on a card. “I did not suppose that you really intended to spend the day in the country alone with bow and arrow.”
“Just look at my legs,” said Tommy, rolling up his pants, and showing bloody scars.
“Where did you get them?” asked Master Lewis.
“Up a tree. Please do not ask me now. If you will excuse me from telling you now, I will give you a full account some other time.”
“I will excuse you from giving an account of yourself, to-night; but please remember that you must not go hunting, or anywhere, alone again without my permission,” said Master Lewis, noticing some singular rents in Tommy’s clothes.
Tommy went to his supper.