“That is I’ll get the directions for finding the gold,” mused Bob. “But whether I can make any sense of the directions is another matter. However, well have a try.”
Bob’s first act, after emerging from the hotel by the back way, was to go home and get a good breakfast. He was just in time to eat with his uncle who was preparing to leave for his office.
“Well, Bob, you’re quite a stranger,” said Mr. Dexter, smiling.
“Yes,” admitted the lad. “But I’m going to be at home more, from now on.”
“I do hope so,” sighed his aunt. “I’m so worried about you, Bob! You aren’t going to get into danger, are you?”
“No, indeed, Aunt Hannah.”
“Well, I know one thing he’s going to get into next week,” said Uncle Joel dryly.
“What’s that?” asked Bob.
“School,” was the laconic reply. “School opens next week.”
“I shan’t be sorry,” replied Bob. “I’ll clean up this case and be glad to get back to my books. There’s a lot of fun at school.”