Kirby frowned.
"It will never do to travel with a bundle like that. You must have a valise. I haven't time to go round with you. Do you think you can be trusted to find a place where they are sold?"
"I have a friend who will go with me."
"What friend?" asked Kirby sharply.
"It's a boy I got acquainted with on the train—a boy about my own age, named Guy Gladstone."
"Oh, a boy!" repeated Peter Kirby, evidently relieved.
"He would like to have me occupy a room with him, unless you wish me to be with you."
"I have no objection; but mind, I shan't allow him to join our party and travel with us," said Kirby suspiciously.
"No; he would not care to. He is going out West at once."