The supper bell rang, and very willingly he took his place at table; for, as has been set forth, his cares had not blunted his appetite. Three minutes later, however, he had laid down knife and fork, and was listening eagerly.
“We ought to make a fairly early start in the morning,” his father remarked. “Warren will arrive on the nine o’clock train this evening, and can get a good night’s rest. Perhaps we’d better have breakfast about seven.”
Mr. Warren was the New Yorker Mr. Parker was to take into the woods! And they were to depart in the morning for the camps on Payne Stream!
“Father!” cried Sam.
Mr. Parker glanced in surprise at his son. “Well, what is it, young man?” he asked.
“The biggest favor I ever begged of you! Take me with you!”
“On this trip?”
“Yes, sir. I can’t tell you how much I want to go.”
Mr. Parker shook his head doubtfully. “It’s a long haul—we’re going in to the new camps, and maybe beyond them. I’m afraid——”
“But it’s such a tremendous favor, Father!”