"Ditto myself," came from Sam. "We could have a boss good time, eh?"
"How about it if Nellie and Grace weren't here?" came from Dick, and
then dodged a shoe thrown at him by Tom and a pillow sent forth by Sam.
"No, boys, it won't do--we must leave for the hunt to-day. Why, there
may be a million in it."
"That's right, Dick; when you fly, fly high," said Tom. "That Frenchman
never had a million. If he had a couple of thousand he'd be lucky."
"And of course, a couple of thousand is of no importance to us," put in
Sam grandiloquently.
"All right; I'll go on the hunt alone."
"No, Dick, of course we'll go," said Tom hastily. "When do you want to
start?"
"As soon as Mr. Barrow can get off."
But, in spite of Dick's anxiety to get off, the start was delayed for a
whole day, much to Tom and Sam's secret joy. John Barrow had to go to
Timber Run for things needed in the house by his wife and daughter.
When he returned there was a broad grin on his face.
"I've got news for you," he said to Dick, who had followed him down to
the barn.
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