"I'm with you," said Charlie. "Where shall we go?"
"Oh, well, we'll go across the fields. Perhaps we'll go into the woods. Anything for fun."
The two boys set out about two o'clock, and after reaching the borders of the village took a path across the fields.
"I wish nuts were ripe, Rob," said Charlie. "We'd have a nice time knocking them off the trees. Do you remember last fall up in Maine?"
"Yes, but it's June now, and we can't have any fun of that kind. However, we can have a good time. Do you see those bars?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to vault over them."
"All right. I'll follow."
Robert ran swiftly, and cleared the bars without touching them. Charlie followed, but, being a shorter boy, felt obliged to let his hand rest on the upper bar. They were accustomed to springing from the ring upon the backs of horses, and practice had made that easy to them which was difficult for ordinary boys.
"I say, Charlie," said Robert, thoughtfully, as they subsided into a walk, "what are you going to do when you are a man?"