"Then it is agreed. We will start to-morrow." CHAPTER VII ON THE ROAD Nothing could have pleased Ernest better than to travel with Luke Robbins. He felt that he should be safe with the sturdy hunter, who was strong, resolute and reliable. True he was not a man who had succeeded as man reckons success. He had lived comfortably, but it had never occurred to him to lay up money, nor indeed had he had any opportunity to do so. He mentioned this as an objection to the trip which he had himself proposed. "My lad," he said, "I am afraid I can't go with you after all." "Why not, Luke?" "Because you're rich compared with me." "I have but a hundred dollars." "And I--well, lad, I'm ashamed to say so, but I have only fifteen." "We'll share and share alike, Luke." "No, lad. Luke Robbins is too proud to live upon a boy. I reckon I'd better stay at home." "But I want you to go and take care of me, Luke. How can I travel alone?" Luke brightened up. "That puts a different face on it, Ernest. If you think you need me, I'll go." "I do need you." "Then go I will, but one thing is understood: I won't take any of your money." "There won't be any trouble on that score." So the two prepared for their trip. Ernest, with Luke's help, purchased an outfit, and on the morning of the third day the two started out together, neither having a very definite idea where they were going except that their course was westward. Luke knew very little of the States and Territories that lay between Oak Forks and the Pacific Coast. Ernest, whose education was decidedly superior to his companion's, was able to give him some information. So they plodded on, enjoying the unconventional life and the scenery on the way. They were in no hurry. They stopped to hunt and fish, and when the weather was unfavorable they stayed at some wayside cabin. When the nights were fine they camped out under the open canopy of heaven. Part of their way led through woods and over prairies, but here and there they came to a village. There was little occasion to spend money, but they were compelled to use some. One day, some weeks from the time when they started, Luke turned to Ernest with a sober face. "Ernest," he said, "I think you'll have to leave me at the next poorhouse." "Why, Luke?" "Because my money is nearly all gone. I started with fifteen dollars. Now I have but one." "But I have plenty left." "That doesn't help me." "I want to share it with you, Luke." "Don't you remember what I said when we set out, lad?" "What was it?" "That I would not touch a dollar of your money." "Then do you mean to leave me alone, Luke?" pleaded Ernest reproachfully. "You are a boy and I am a man. I'm forty years old, Ernest. Is it right that I should live on a boy less than half my age?" Ernest looked at him in perplexity. "Is there no way of getting more money?" he asked.