We'll have a great old
time, and bring out our best yarns. Don't let me catch you refusing!"
[Illustration: GREENVILLE,--"FAREWELL TO THE WOODS."]
"We won't if we can help it," commented Neal; "if only we can coax the
Pater to give us another week in jolly America."
The campers slept upon mattresses that night for the first time in many
weeks.
The following morning saw them grouped in the main street of Greenville,
with Doc and Herb on hand for a final farewell, waiting for the
departure of the coach which was to bear them a little part of the way
towards Boston civilization.
Dol was turning over in his jostled thoughts the delicate wording of the
hint which he was to convey to Herb about the rifle, when he became
aware that Doctor Phil was pinching his shoulder, and saying, while he
drew Neal's attention in the same way:--
"Well, you fellows! I'm glad to have known you. If you ever come to
Maine again, remember that there's one old forest fogy who'll have a
delightful welcome for you in his house or camp, not to speak of the
thing he calls his heart.
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