Part 37 (2/2)
”If he really is Wilbur Poole, I'd like to capture his,” reer ”I think Nat would like us to do it”
”What do you say about starting on a regular hunt to-o out directly after breakfast and carry our lunch with us Who knows but what in looking for the wild ht run across soet into any trouble!” cried Jessie, hastily
”If we go out we'll go aruard,” he replied
The matter was talked over for some time, and at last it was decided that the boys should start out in a body directly after breakfast the following , provided it reun and a rifle, and also a substantial lunch, and were not to return to Bear Cao on such a tra over the rocks and up the irls had better realows,” said Mrs
Wadsworth ”You can go out so for that wildthe past few days those at Bear Ca-picture company That afternoon the old hunter, Tad Rason, stopped at the dock in his rowboat, and one to the other end of the lake, to take pictures for several more dra feller, Ward Porton, ain't goin' to be with 'e feller writ a letter sayin' that he was on the track of his parentage, and he guessed as how he'd have plenty of money of his ohen he could prove who he was”
This announcereat interest to Dave, and he immediately questioned Tad Rason, to learn if the old hunter knew anything further
But that was all Rason could tell He even did not kno long Ward Porton had re-picture company after his arrival in the Adirondacks
”The huntin' season will be openin' to-morrow,” announced Tad Rason, in reply to a question from Phil ”I'm bound down the lake now to meet a party of hunters comin' frouide”
”Perhaps we'll get you to go out with us soo, if I ain't got any job with theh he was not willing to adreatly worried over the news brought by Tad Rason Coupling it hat he had heard from Link Merwell and Nat Poole, he could reach but one conclusion, which was that in so to try to prove that the boy from the Crumville poorhouse was not the real Dave Porter
”Maybe he'll coht our hero, bitterly ”He said he was raised in a poorhouse, just like myself, but he also said it ay down East and not anywhere near the vicinity of Cruet around that is beyond me
I don't think he'll be able to make anybody believe his story Just the saet those poorhouse days entirely” And at the rehed deeply
”Dave, you look awfully worried,” said Jessie, that evening when the boys were getting ready for their next day's tramp ”What is the trouble?”
”Oh, it isn'tover what Link Merwell said”
”Dave, don't let hiirl, sympathetically ”He is a bad boy, and everybody knows it”
”But he said sos that I don't like at all, Jessie I don't like him to call me a poorhouse nobody”
”Dave, don't you mind him! I don't care if you did come from the poorhouse I think just as much of you anyway,” and Jessie's eyes showed her earnestness
”It's splendid of you to say that,” he returned, in a low tone, and catching both her hands, he squeezed the to have so there was a slight shower, and soht they were in for a steady rain But soon the clouds passed, and the htly as ever
”A perfect day!” announced Roger, on arising the nexta pleasure”
The servants had an early breakfast ready for the boys, and by the tiirls and the others appeared they had partaken of the repast and were ready to depart Dave carried the rifle and Roger the shotgun, while the others were loaded doith several knapsacks of provisions and some extra wraps and a blanket or two