Croyden.
A bright fire burned on the hearth and the table with its heaping
plates of hot johnny-cake looked most inviting.
"Hello, youngster!" called the older man, glancing up with a
smile. "How do you find yourself to-day? All lamed up after your jolt
over the carry?"
"Not a bit, Mr. Croyden," laughed Theo. "I'm not lame at all. I'm just
hungry."
"A perfectly normal condition. So long as you can eat I guess there is
not much the matter with you."
"Oh, I can always eat," grinned Theo. "Mother says my appetite never
goes back on me."
"Well, fall to. It looks as if Franz had prepared for the worst,"
chuckled Mr. Croyden. "What are you and your dad up to to-day?"
"We are going to Owl Lake to fish."
"That isn't a bad beginning. It is not a long tramp, and the fish are
biting well over there. I have tried it several times and had
excellent luck. You are wise to start in gradually and not attempt
too long a jaunt at first. There is everything in getting into
training, as your father well knows."
There was a bang of the door, and Dr. Swift entered.
"Good-morning, Doctor," said Mr. Croyden. "So you and your son are to
try your skill at Owl to-day?"
"Yes.
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