“But I am really. I have fifteen thousand dollars.”
“You don’t say! I won’t tell you how much I have, but it isn’t quite so much. Where did you get it?”
“I will tell you later. But who is that ahead of us? Isn’t it Nat Barclay?”
“Yes.”
“Nat!” called out Bernard.
Nat turned and eyed Bernard at first doubtfully. Then he looked overjoyed as he recognized his friend. He jumped into the wagon, and squeezing in between him and Freedom began to ply him with questions.
When they reached the Snowdon Institute Bernard jumped down.
“I’ll see you later, Nat,” he said.
“Come round to dinner, Bernard.”
“I will.”