"I don't mean that, or any thing of that kind," said the ex-chief, going to the door, and looking out into the hall to see if any listeners were near. "I mean some real out-and-out fun, like a sail by ourselves, a day or two at a hotel, spending the nights at the theatre, or some such place."
"I shouldn't object to something of that sort," replied Kidd; and Pell Sankland began to look as though he felt an interest in the subject of the conversation, for he put his slate on the table, and gave his attention to the conversation.
"Now you begin to act like yourself," added Tom approvingly.
"But what's the use of talking about such a time?" Kidd objected.
"It takes money, and a lot of it, to go to a hotel and the theatre. Besides, there are no theatres within twenty miles of Beech Hill."
"There is one in Burlington, another in Plattsburgh," returned Tom. "As to money, there will be enough of that."
"Enough of that? Do you mean that you have got any money?" demanded Kidd.
"I don't mean to say any thing about it," added the ex-chief, who seemed to be regaining his old sway over his companions. "All I've got to say is, that if you want to have some fun of the sort I have spoken of, just say the word, and don't ask any questions."
Kidd raised some objections, and so did Pell; but Nim Splugger appeared to have been taken into the confidence of the Topover in the beginning, for he treated all that was said as a matter of course. Tom called Kidd and Pell "little lambs" a few times; and this seemed to have more effect than any other arguments, albeit it was no argument at all. Kidd and Pell did not want to yield, but they were driven into submission by the raillery of Tom and Nim. At nine o'clock they had crept out of the dormitory, and found Bent Fillwing and Jack Dumper at the old wharf.