"I guess they'll provide me with a gun at Kentfield," answered Dick.
"But they won't give you such grub as we had at camp," remarked Bricktop.
"Oh, I guess they will, but maybe it won't taste so good," replied the young millionaire. "Well, boys, I guess this is my train."
All his chums tried to shake hands with Dick at once as the locomotive pulled into the station.
"Don't forget to send me a souvenier postal," called Bill Johnson.
"Tell us how you like it," chimed in Walter.
"Maybe my dad will send me," added Bricktop.
"Tell us if you meet any girls as pretty as those here," was Fred's contribution.
"Get on the football team," advised Frank.
"And the baseball nine," chimed in Bricktop.