“Well, good-by, Jerry. Take care of yourself; and I’ll write to you soon. Where is it you’re going to work?”
“Mr. Osgood’s farm,” answered Jerry. “It’s about two miles from Barrington.”
“And you’ll be there in October?”
“Before, I guess,” answered Jerry. “There ain’t much money in this, an’ since I seen you fellows again——”
He hesitated. Then,
“I kind of got more anxious to make that money,” he finished. “I guess I’ll leave the show about the twentieth.”
“Well, good luck, Jerry. We’ll see you again, I guess; anyway, I’ll write to you, because I think I’ll have some news for you.”
“What—what sort of news?” asked Jerry anxiously.
“Well, good news; I can’t tell you any more now. Good-by.”
They all shook hands, and then Jerry, as though loath to part from them, walked out to the road with them and called a final good-by from there.