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Spencer asked. "Yep!" snapped Holt. "Got all the clubs?" "Not all sufficient, perhaps." He played the ace. Dunston laid the queen and knave on the table. Spencer scored the winning trick before his adversary obtained an opening. "You have a backbone of cast steel," commented Dunston, who was an iron-master. "Do you play baccarat?" he went on, with curious eagerness.
"What are you talking about, Dave?" questioned his two chums, in a breath. "I'm talking about a personally-conducted tour of the Park that some folks in and around Crumville are getting up. Mr. Basswood, Ben's father, is at the head of it. It's a sort of church affair. They have got my folks interested, and my Uncle Dunston says he will go, and so will Laura, and Mrs.
"Absolutely correct, vicar. I have never yet spoken to Bower, and you heard all that passed between Dunston and myself." "Then my harmless invitation to you to join in a game at cards has led directly to an arrangement for play at absurdly high figures?" "It seems to me, Mr. Hare, that Bower's tracks and mine are destined to cross in more ways than one in the near future," said Spencer coolly.
He was carrying his ice ax over his left shoulder. With his right hand he brushed away a disturbing thought. "By Jove! yes! Dunston dragged me off to open a bank at baccarat, and you will be glad to hear that I won five hundred pounds." "I am glad you won; but who lost so much money?" "Dunston dropped the greater part of it. Your American friend, Mr.
Then Laura came out, in company with Roger, and soon the others followed. It was a perfect day, as clear as could be, and off in the distance could be seen the mountains. "Going to shoot any bears out there in the Park?" asked Shadow, of Dunston Porter, with a grin. "Hardly, Shadow, since outsiders are not allowed to carry firearms," replied Dave's uncle.
Dunston Porter arrived, and listened to the many tales the young folks had to tell. "Well, you certainly have crowded things," he declared. "I wish I had been on that hunt." Belle was going East with Laura and Jessie, and Snogger accompanied the boys and Mr. Porter. All received a warm send-off at the railroad station.
"What do you think!" he cried. "Nat Poole is on board!" "Nat!" ejaculated Dave. "Is that man with him?" "No, Nat seems to be alone." "Did he see you?" "I don't think so. He was crouched down in a seat, as if in deep thought." "I'll interview him," said Dave, and left the car, followed by Phil, Roger, and his uncle. "Don't quarrel on the train," cautioned Dunston Porter.
Here they waited for the return of Dunston Porter, and then asked what might be done with the waif. "You'll have your hands full if you want to help every waif that comes along," said Dave's uncle, with a smile. "Every big city has hundreds of them." "Well, we can't aid every one, but we do want to aid Charley," answered Laura.
Wadsworth and another lady had a stateroom, and next to this Laura and Jessie had a section, with Dave and Roger opposite. Then came the other boys, and Mr. and Mrs. Basswood and Dunston Porter. The Crumville contingent filled two cars, and there were three more cars from neighboring towns. To the front were a baggage and a dining-car and to the rear an observation car. "All aboard!" was the cry.
Shall we follow it and scramble up out of the ravine, or do you prefer the carriage road?" "The footpath, please. But before we drop the subject of cards, which is unquestionably out of place on a morning like this, let me say that perhaps I have done the American an injustice. Dunston is given to exaggeration. He has so little control over his face that it is rank robbery to bet with him.
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