“Oh, sure, mine too,” laughed Walt. “They always say that. Seems as if they thought we were splitting kindlings because we liked to split kindlings, instead of because we like old Joey.”
“That’s the dope,” said Tom. “Funny how folks don’t see things sometimes.”
“Ain’t it?” said Bob. “Well, so long, Joe, old scout. Hope you sleep well in the tent.”
“So long, Bob.”
“So long”—from the others.
“So long, fellows—much obliged.”
Only Tom was left.
“It’s pretty nice to have so many friends,” said Joe, “even if you have to get sick to find it out.”
“Now you’ve found out, you get well again,” Spider laughed. “I’ll stop on my way to school in the morning and see you, and find out what books you want brought home. So long, old top.”
“So long, Spider.”