“Tom left you at Albany?”
“Yes, he got homesick!” said Henry contemptuously. “He thought we hadn’t money enough, and he said he didn’t know as he cared so much about killing Indians.”
“I agree with Tom,” said Philip. “I don’t think I should care very much about killing Indians myself, and I should decidedly object to being killed by an Indian. I shouldn’t like to be scalped. Would you?”
“Oh, I’d take care of that,” said Henry. “I wouldn’t let them have the chance.”
“It seems to me the best way would be to stay at home,” said Philip, smiling.
“If I stayed at home I’d have to go to school and study. I don’t care much about studying.”
“I like it,” said Philip. “So Tom left you, did he?”
“Yes; but I wasn’t going to give up so easy. He took half the money that was left, though I thought he ought to have given it to me, as I needed it more. I wasn’t going home just as I’d started.”
“Then you’ve spent all your money now?”
“Yes,” answered Henry gloomily. “Have you got much money?” he asked, after a pause.