"No! He merely says that owing to the inaccessibility of the land, he might never again receive so good an offer."
"Well, George, I agree with him. Take my advice, and sell it."
But Mr. Somers shook his head.
"No!" he said, slowly. "If it is worth that much to some one else, it is worth the same amount and perhaps more, to me. I shall await further information. It is never well to act hastily in such matters."
But the incident had given Bob Somers an idea, and the more he considered it, the more alluring it seemed. He ventured to confide in Sam Randall, and the latter was so delighted that he turned a few somersaults in the roadway, much to the disapproval of Miss Maria Pringle, in front of whose house they had happened to pause.
That night Bob approached his father on the subject.
"What!" exclaimed Mr. Somers, in astonishment. "You boys take a trip of three hundred miles? Why, the land is situated far from any railroad, you know."
"So much the better," pleaded Bob. "We can have a bully time, and there isn't a particle of doubt about our being able to take care of ourselves. Then, besides, the trip will have an object."
Mr. Somers thought for a moment, and the look on his face inspired Bob with hope.
"It might not be a bad idea," he said, reflectively. "With five of you together, it ought to be safe."