"I'm not going back, Mr. Wingate," said Bob, quietly.
"What! Not going back?" echoed the gentleman, in considerable surprise. "I think it is only due to your parents, Robert, that you should return."
"My father will get a letter from me to-morrow morning," said Bob; "he expects us to visit his land in Michigan."
"Now, Robert, don't be stubborn. If your father consents, it would be a very easy matter for you to start out again."
Mr. Wingate's tone was mild and pleasant.
"That's so, Somers; you might as well go with us," chimed in Nat.
But Bob shook his head.
"I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Wingate," he said, "and I only hope you'll excuse me."
"It can't be that you are sensitive on the subject? I wouldn't have you think that I am reflecting on your ability to take care of yourself."
"No, sir!" replied Bob, with a smile. "But when I once start out on a thing I hate to give up."