"I guess so, Fred," responded Bruce promptly. "Father promised me a week’s holiday to spend any way I chose if I stuck to the shop all summer, and I’ve been thinking for some time what I would do. That’s a grand idea of yours. When would we go?" "About the first of next month would be the best time, wouldn’t it? We could shoot partridges then, you know, and there won’t be any mosquitoes or black flies to bother us." "All right, Fred. Count me in. I’m just dying for a shot at the partridges; and, besides, I know of a lake ’way up in the hills where there are more trout than we could catch in a year, and splendid big fellows, too! Archie Mack was telling me about it the other day." "Why, that’s the very place I wanted to go to; and it was Archie who told me about it, too," said Fred. "I’ll tell you what, Bruce, we must get Archie to come with us, and then we’ll have a fine time for sure." "Hooray! You’ve got the notion now," cried Bruce with delight. "Archie’s a splendid fellow for the woods, and he’s such a good shot; he hardly ever misses. Why, I wouldn’t mind meeting a bear if Archie was present." "Ah, wouldn’t you though, Mr. Bruce!" laughed Fred. "I guess if either you or I were to come across a bear he’d see more of our heels than our face. I know I wouldn’t stop to make his acquaintance." "I’ll warrant Archie wouldn’t run from any bear," said Bruce, "and I’m not so sure that I would either. However, there’s small chance of our seeing one, so it’s not much good talking about it. But I must run back to the shop now. Won’t you come in after tea to-night, and we’ll make our plans?" Fred promised he would, and went on down the street, while Bruce returned to his place behind the counter; and if he was a little absent-minded in attending to the customers, so that he gave Mrs. White pepper instead of salt, and Mrs. M’Coy tea instead of coffee, we must not be too hard upon him. Bruce Borden was the son of one of the most thriving shopkeepers in Shelburne, and his father, after letting him go to school and the academy until he was sixteen years of age, had then put an apron on him and installed him behind the counter, there to learn the management of the business, which he promised him would be Robert Borden and Son in due time if Bruce took hold of it in the right way. And Bruce did take hold. He was a bright, active, energetic lad, with a pleasant manner, and made an excellent clerk, pleasing his father so well that as the first year’s apprenticeship was drawing to a close, Mr. Borden, quite of his own accord, made glad Bruce’s heart by saying that he might soon have a whole week’s holiday to do what he liked with, before settling down to the winter’s work.