“It’s I that’ll do the counting! I wouldn’t miss the trip for worlds!” cried Varley enthusiastically.
His evident delight in the plan swept away any lingering doubts Sam may have felt. It wouldn’t be fair to spoil Varley’s pleasure because of his own rather vague reluctance.
“Yes, you may count on us, Mrs. Grant,” he said. “And as for more fellows—well, I know a crowd that’ll like to come, too. We’ll be there—on time—Friday.”
CHAPTER X
THE BLOW DESCENDS
Sam had taken for granted that there would be no parental objections to the expedition, and in this he found himself a true prophet.
Mr. Parker not only agreed to the plan, but also showed approval of it.
“A little outing will be good for you, Sam,” said he. “You’ve been attending pretty strictly to business lately, and it’s time for a break in the routine. By the way, your good conduct marks ought to be mounting up handsomely.”
Sam laughed. “Well, sir, I haven’t seemed to have many chances to get into trouble.”
“Haven’t looked for them very anxiously, have you?”
Sam’s eye met his father’s, and a trace of red showed in the boy’s cheek.