“They won’t get the chance. Before five o’clock to-morrow morning I shall leave Norton.”
“Leave town?” exclaimed Frank, in surprise. “And so soon?”
“Yes. There is nothing for me to do here.”
“Father would like to have you stay and assist him on the farm. He said so to me. He wouldn’t be able to pay much, but I think we would have a good time together.”
Philip pressed his friend’s hand warmly.
“I know we should, Frank,” he said, “but if I remained here, it would only remind me of my poor father. I would rather go out into the world and try my fortune.”
“Isn’t it risky, Phil?” objected Frank doubtfully.
“I suppose it is; but I am willing to work, and I don’t expect much.”
“Suppose you fall sick?”
“Then, if I can, I will come back to you and your good father and mother, and stay till I am well.”