The Boy With the U. S. Foresters

"Hey, Wilbur, where are you headed for?" The boy addressed, who had just come through the swing-doors of an office building in Washington, did not slacken his pace on hearing the question, but called back over his shoulder: "To the forest, of course. Come along, Fred." "But-" The second speaker stopped short, and, breaking into a run, caught up with his friend in a few steps.