“And what are you doing here?” asked Joe, bluntly.
“Well, one of my old school chums once spent a summer in this old shack. He told me about it—no rent to pay, you know. I’m going to look for a job in New York pretty soon, and hope to make out until then.”
“Don’t you feel awful lonely?”
“My books are company, and I get a good opportunity to study and write.”
“Say,” remarked Jack, “we’ll pass right by this George Clayton’s town, won’t we?”
“Surest thing I know of,” answered Joe.
“Then why not join our crowd, Redfern?” said Jack, in his usual free and easy manner, “and go and see Mr. Guardian again, eh, fellows?”
He glanced inquiringly toward his companions.
“Just the scheme,” agreed Bob, warmly.
“Very kind of you chaps to make such an offer,” said Norman, hesitatingly, “but——”