But my promise pulled me back to ninety." "It wasn't exactly a promise," Dave broke in.

"Anyway, Dick, it wasn't the kind of promise that had to be kept." "Half the time I felt that the promise had to be kept, and the other half of the time I felt that it might better be broken," Prescott went on, laughingly.

"Just as I reached Porthampton, however, and saw all the fine summer homes there, my figures began to rise.

I realized, of course, that a birch bark canoe is a good deal of a rarity in these days; that such a boat hasn't anything like a hard-and-fast, staple value.

A birch bark canoe, in other words, is worth what it will bring." "And no more," nodded Dave Darrin.