So Tom told his story, and you may be sure he had attentive listeners. It will not, of course, be necessary to repeat it here, since we already know what is of most interest. In response to questions, Tom mentioned many details which were of greater interest to his friends than they would be to us.
“That Indian boy is a regular trump, and no mistake!” said Mr. Brush. “I wish you had brought him with you.”
“I shall never forget his kindness,” said Tom. “I shall think the better of all Indians for his sake all my life.”
So the evening wore on, and bed-time came. Tom wrapped himself in a blanket, and, weary with his long journey, was soon in the land of dreams.
CHAPTER XLI.
TOM AND THE GRIZZLY.
WHEN TOM got up the next morning he found breakfast ready.
It was nearly eight o’clock.
“You must think me lazy,” he said.
“Oh, no; you were fatigued by your journey. Besides, we don’t go to work very early.”