“I don’t know. Where?”
“In with Uncle Ralph.”
“You don’t mean it!” exclaimed Carter, looking at him in amazement. “I thought you were a dead shot for the law.”
“So dead that I shall never come to life again, I guess,” said Aleck. “Just step in one week after graduation, and you’ll find me there behind the counter, mixing up everything that ever went into a mortar, and not feeling myself anything but a free man either. But you never could rest on dry land since I knew you, and I suppose you must follow your destiny.”
“And when I have caught it, I’ll come to you to fit out my medicine chest, and we’ll have time then to decide who’s having the best of it,” said Carter. “But see here, can’t a fellow do anything down there at the doctor’s? It would be a sort of comfort to make amends if there was any way to do it.”
Aleck shook his head.
“He wont be fit to see any one for longer than I like to think, and I believe his old nurse would sooner let a flying dragon into the house, if she knew you belonged to the school. Making amends is a comfort that don’t always come after a piece of work like that.”
“That’s a fact,” said Carter; “well, let me know if there’s a chance turning up anywhere;” and the two boys separated.