"I never--" "Oh," Whitey interrupted, "this observation thing is great stuff.

And you just stick to it, and--" "Shucks, I ain't got no time t' argue with kids," said Bill, and started for the door.
"Hold on," called Whitey.

"What was that other news you were going to tell me ?" "Nothin'," said Bill, "'cept your father writes that now John Big Moose is goin', you an' Injun'll have t' go t' school at th' Forks," and he hurried from the bunk house, followed by Shorty.
Whitey sank down on a stool in despair.

Gone were the dreams of adventure, of wild geese and bears just wakening from their winter's sleep.

School! And with those few kids at the Forks! "What's the use of anything ?" Whitey muttered dejectedly.
And Bull, who at times was very sympathetic, looked up at him as much as to say, "Nothing.".