“Well, that’s half the battle. Suppose you come and see us to-morrow morning. We will go over the plans to-night and see what we think of them. By the way, where are you staying?”
“Nowhere just at present. I came straight up here as soon as I arrived in Nestorville.”
“You must have been eager to see us.”
“I was, indeed. I had traveled a good many miles to do so, as I explained.”
“Well, Sam Hinkley’s father keeps a sort of hotel in Nestorville. It is cheaper than a regular first-class place but I think you will find it comfortable.”
“Anything will suit me. I shan’t sleep much to-night, anyhow,” replied Ned, taking no notice of the name that Jack had mentioned.
“Don’t build too many hopes, Ned. I should hate to have to disappoint you.”
The boys shook hands and parted. Jack watched the dusty figure of Ned Nevins as the boy wended his way down the hill.