“I expect to see you all in New York again one of these days, and I hope to be able to show you a good time,” he said.
“Well, we certainly had an abundance of excitement on our last visit,” said Tom. “What, with the burning hotel, and the chase of the smugglers, and various and sundry smaller happenings, we were kept pretty much on the move.”
“Well, I’ll try and see that you don’t burn out next time, anyway,” smiled Sam.
“Why, that fire was the means of winning for Fleet undying renown,” said Chot.
“Oh, pshaw! it did nothing of the kind,” protested the fleshy lad.
“Well, you rescued Mr. Shelton’s little child from the building, and we got an invitation to visit his ranch in New Mexico.”
“Did you go?” asked Sam.
“Did we go?” repeated Tom, laying great emphasis on the words. “Catch us refusing an invitation like that.”
“To refuse invitations of any nature that demand traveling is not in line with the policy of the Experience Club,” said Chot. “We spent quite a bit of time in the west before returning to find that our parents had decided to send us to Winton Hall.”
The boys bade Sam good-bye with feelings of regret, for, while their acquaintance with him had not been of an intimate nature, they had always liked him and were glad of his company at any time.