"Let me see them," said Master Lewis. "They look very harmless, certainly." Master Lewis seemed to hesitate about making further objections. Just what came of Tommy's hunting we cannot state at this stage of our narrative. He left the boys at the hotel, bow and arrows in hand, and saying as a word of parting,-- "'Let's go to the wood, said Richard to Robin.'" He evidently went outside of the city into the wooded district, that was a part of old Sherwood Forest. When Master Lewis found that he had really gone out of the place he looked troubled, and said:-- "I should have prevented it." Tommy returned late on the evening of the same day after a ten hours' absence. He certainly looked like a modern hunter, for he was empty handed, and his clothes were in a very disarranged condition. "Where are your bow and arrows?" asked Frank. "I shall tell you nothing at all about it, now," said Tommy. "It is my own secret." "Then you have two secrets," said Frank, referring to the fact that Tommy had been made custodian of the secret he was supposed to have selected for the Club. "Yes, but _that_ don't _amount to much_," said Tommy. "_Nothing, after all_," said Master Lewis, quietly, who had seen Tommy's conundrum on a card. "I did not suppose that you really intended to spend the day in the country alone with bow and arrow." "Just look at my legs," said Tommy, rolling up his pants, and showing bloody scars. "Where did you get _them_?" asked Master Lewis. "_Up a tree._ Please do not ask me now. If you will excuse me from telling you now, I will give you a full account some other time." "I will excuse you from giving an account of yourself, to-night; but please remember that you must not go hunting, or anywhere, alone again without my permission," said Master Lewis, noticing some singular rents in Tommy's clothes. Tommy went to his supper. "I've been chased by the _terriblest_ bull you ever saw," he whispered confidentially to Wyllys Wynn, as he passed him. "I'll tell you all about it some time." He added,-- "And that ain't all. I've been chased by _John_ Bull, too." [Illustration: PEVERIL OF THE PEAK.] Ernest Wynn went, under an arrangement made for him by Master Lewis, to the Peak near Castleton, wishing to view the scene of Sir Walter Scott's charming romance, "Peveril of the Peak." He found there only a pitiful ruin, and instead of knights with dancing plumes and silver shields, with which fancy pictures the eyry of the grand old Norman baron, he met some very strange-looking mining people, who are often to be seen in the rural districts in this part of England. One incident touched Frank's kind heart, and seemed more to impress him than the associations of manorial splendor he had made the journey to see. [Illustration: THE BOY AT THE WHEEL.]