Chapter 16—The National Park
It was at noon on the 15th of May, at the post office of Fort Riley, that Max Real had received the telegram sent that morning from Chicago. Ten, by five and five, such was the number of points at the second throw of the first player.
Reckoning from the eighth square, Kansas, with ten points, the player alighted in one of the squares of Illinois; and as the rule in such cases obliged him to double the number, he had to go on ten more to the twenty-eighth square, that of Wyoming.
“A lucky chance!” said Max Real, when he and Tommy returned to the hotel.
“If my master is pleased,” replied the boy, “I ought to be —”
“He is,” declared Max Real, “and for two reasons: first, that the journey will not be long, for Kansas and Wyoming almost touch at one of their an
