"Hello, Hank! Here's your brother Teddy!"
In this abrupt fashion did he bring the two face to face. Hank turned
white, and stared hard at the bronzed young cowboy for a moment; then he
caught hold of him, and the long separated; brothers were in each
other's arms.
"Sure, the old folks will be happy this night, Ted, to see you again! I
never hoped they'd find you when I asked Mr. Frank to keep on the
lookout," was what Hank was saying, as he turned a moist eye in the
direction of the boy who had done so much to bring happiness to his
home.
Bluff and Nellie were seen talking earnestly close by. Probably he was
telling her about the surprise she gave him in that last letter when
revealing what she had done with his wonderful hunting-knife.
Now that they were home again, with vacation nearing an end, the boys
would not have so much time to indulge in their pastimes on the lake, so
that they were keen to make hay while the sun shone. Consequently, they
fairly haunted the lake, and the canoes were in use every day from that
time on. Nor were they alone in this love of the open, for many an
evening each canoe had its complement of fair ones, whose sweet voices
blended with those of the four outdoor chums as they paddled in the
moonlight over the rippling water.
Pages:
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228