"Well, I guess I can tell all she"ll wish to hear," answered the youth, and seated at one end of a couch, with Jessie at the other, he told much of his life at Oak Hall, with its studies, its pranks, and its athletic sports. Dave could see the humorous side of a thing as well as anybody, and some stories he told made Mr. and Mrs. Wadsworth laugh as well as Jessie. On his trials he touched but lightly, for he could not dream of giving his little lady friend pain.
On the following day Nat Poole came home, and Dave met the aristocratic youth in one of the stores of Crumville. Poole gave him a gla.s.sy stare and did not speak. A few minutes later Dave met Ben.
"Just ran into Poole," said the latter, "and what do you think, he made out that he didn"t see me."
"He was in Parsons" store, but he wouldn"t speak to me, either,"
answered Dave. "He must feel awfully sore. But I shan"t mind."
"Nor I, Dave. I never did like that fellow, and I don"t like his father, either. By the way, have you heard anything more about the farm that belongs to Professor Potts?"
"Yes, and I am glad, and so is he, that we didn"t let Nat"s father get hold of it. The new trolley company is going to put a line past it, and Mr. Wadsworth says it will be quite valuable in time."
Two days pa.s.sed, and then Dave got long letters from Phil and Roger.
Senator Morr had been to see Mr. Lawrence and had arranged to have his son go on the long trip to the South Seas. Roger was almost wild with joy, and said he was going to prepare for the trip immediately.
The letter from Phil told Dave that the start for San Francisco was to be made on the following Monday morning. All the boys were to meet at the Grand Central Depot, in New York City, and take the limited express which left for Chicago at noon.
"I will go with you as far as New York," announced Mr. Wadsworth. "I wish to see that your journey is safely begun."
The last days of the week were busy ones for Dave. A steamer trunk was procured for him, and into this was packed his outfit, including a semi-nautical suit that fitted him to perfection and gave him quite a sailor look.
"I suppose you"ll be a regular sailor by the time you come back," said Jessie.
"I don"t know about that," answered Dave. "I am not going for that purpose," and his tone grew serious.
"Oh, I know that, Dave. I hope you find what you are going for.
But--but----"
"But what, Jessie?"
"Oh, I--I don"t want you to leave us, Dave. If you find a father, or an uncle, or brother, or somebody like that, I suppose you won"t stay with us any more." And the young miss pouted engagingly.
"I"ll certainly not care to leave you, Jessie," he answered, gently.
"But you cannot blame me for wanting to find out who I am, I am sure."
"Oh, no, Dave!"
"I don"t want to remain a n.o.body and have folks shun me on that account."
"Who would do such a thing?" she asked, her eyes opening widely.
"Oh, a good many folks."
"It is very mean of them," came from the little miss, firmly. "But, never mind, Dave, I"ll not shun you," she went on, catching his hand and squeezing it as hard as she could. "We"re going to be just like a brother and sister always, aren"t we?"
"If you say so."
"Don"t you say so, Dave?"
"Yes, Jessie."
"Then that is settled, and we won"t talk about it any more. Shun you! I just want to see them do it! I won"t speak to anybody that does such a thing!" And Jessie looked as tragic as a miss of thirteen can look.
Among the things provided by thoughtful Mr. Wadsworth for Dave was a money belt, and in this was placed a fair amount of bankbills, and also a letter of credit.
"Mr. Wadsworth, you are more than kind!" cried the country boy, and something like tears stood in his honest eyes. "How can I ever repay you?"
"In one way only, Dave. By making a real man of yourself."
"I shall do my best, sir."
"Then that is all I ask."
Billy Dill had been communicated with, and Caspar Potts went after the tar and brought him to Crumville, where Oliver Wadsworth procured the sailor a new outfit. Billy Dill"s health was now restored completely, and the only thing he suffered from was a slight loss of memory, and even that defect seemed to be gradually wearing away.
"I"ll be the happiest tar afloat when I have the rolling ocean under me once more," said he to Dave. "Cables an" capstans! but I do love the salt breeze!"
"Well, you"ll soon get enough of it," answered the boy. "We have a long trip before us."
CHAPTER XVII
THE TRIP TO THE FAR WEST
"My stars! what a very busy place!"
This was Dave"s exclamation as he and Oliver Wadsworth hurried along one of the streets of New York City, on the way to buy some small thing which had been forgotten. They had arrived in the metropolis an hour ahead of time, and the country boy had stared at the many sights in wonder.
"It is one of the busiest cities in the world," answered the manufacturer, with a smile. "A fortune can be made or lost here in no time."
"I believe you. And the people! Why, there is a regular crowd, no matter where you turn."
"Don"t you think you"d like the city, Dave?"
"I don"t know--perhaps I should, after I got used to it."
Roger and Phil had not yet come in, and they had left Billy Dill at the depot to watch out for them. On returning to the station, Dave and Mr.
Wadsworth met the three at the doors.
"Here we are again!" cried Roger, shaking hands. "And not very much time to spare, either."
"Is the train in?" asked the manufacturer.
"Will be in a few minutes, so the gateman said," answered Phil.
They saw to it that their trunks were properly cared for, and a short while after the cars came in and they climbed aboard. Seats had been engaged beforehand, so there was no trouble on that score.