"I shall insist that you act according to my desires," he said, firmly.
"Say, Somers," whispered Nat, "are you really going to keep on?"
"Of course I am," returned Bob.
"Let me go with them, Uncle Parsons?" pleaded Nat. "I don't see why I can't."
"No, Nat, I can't think of it. Be a good boy. Boating and fishing around Kingswood should satisfy you. Possibly Robert, too, may reconsider his determination on second thought."
"No, sir!" replied Bob, firmly, but respectfully.
"Of course, then, if anything further happens, you will tell your father that I did the best I could to get you to return home? Will you go by boat or train?"
"By the Clair Bay line of steamers, Mr. Wingate."
"My eye!" exclaimed John Hackett, in an angry voice; "we ought not to miss anything like that."
Nat's uncle cast a look at the long-legged youth which effectually enforced silence.