So I could hunt some while studying the forests. I
think I'd be safe with Dick, even if it is wild out there."
"All right, I'll let you go. When you return we'll see about the college."
Then he surprised me by drawing a letter from his pocket and handing it to
me. "My friend, Mr. White, got this letter from the department at
Washington. It may be of use to you out there."
So it was settled, and when father drove off homeward Hal and I went back
to camp. It would have been hard to say which of us was the more excited.
Hal did a war dance round the campfire. I was glad, however, that he did
not have the little twinge of remorse which I experienced, for I had not
told him or father all that Dick had written about the wilderness of
Penetier. I am afraid my mind was as much occupied with rifles and mustangs
as with the study of forestry. But, though the adventure called most
strongly to me, I knew I was sincere about the forestry end of it, and I
resolved that I would never slight my opportunities. So, smothering
conscience, I fell to the delight of making plans. I was for breaking camp
at once, but Hal persuaded me to stay one more day. We talked for hours.
Only one thing bothered me. Hal was jolly and glum by turns. He reveled in
the plans for my outfit, but he wanted his own chance.
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