An' it seems your father's got John some job as a chemist, though goin' into a drug store don't seem no big openin' t' me," Bill added thoughtfully.
"John isn't going to be a drug clerk," Whitey said, disgusted at Bill's ignorance.

Whitey knew something of the big Indian's ambitions, having heard him discuss them with Mr.Sherwood.

"Father probably has heard of an opening in some college, where John can become an instructor in chemistry." Bill didn't know what that meant, either, but, not wishing to display his ignorance further, he said hastily, "Oh, that's diff'runt." "When's John going ?" demanded Whitey.
"Right off.

Gonna drive him t' th' Junction to-day." "Then no more lessons!" cried Whitey.

"We'll be off for a hunting trip.
I hear Moose Lake is just loaded with wild geese.