“Well, I might as well go then, too.”
“We’ll all go down Saturday morning on the eleven o’clock,” said Roy. “That’ll give us to-morrow to pack up and get ready. Well, we’ve had a bully good time, haven’t we?”
“Sure,” answered Chub and Dick in unison.
“But I wish there was going to be more of it; that’s all,” added Dick.
“Why not?” asked Roy. “There’s next summer, you know.”
“That’s so! Will you come up? Will you, Chub?”
“Yes,” said Roy, and Chub echoed him. Dick looked more cheerful. “That’s the ticket!” he said joyfully. “I was afraid I wouldn’t see you fellows again until I got to—to college.”
“What?” cried the others. Dick nodded sheepishly.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he answered. “I guess I’ll try, anyhow.”