“Yes, but there is a lot more to forestry than that. I’d like to show you some day how modern logging is done.”
“Sort of gets me,” was Jerry’s enthusiastic comment. “Somehow the thought of shady woods sounds mighty attractive after the dose of sun and desert I’ve had the last couple of years. How about you, Bob?”
“Interesting all right, but I wouldn’t swap the Service for it by a long shot!”
“You’re a Service bug,” smiled Jerry, who had lost all signs of being uneasy. “I bet you’ll be an engineer all your life.”
“I hope so,” Bob answered. “Won’t you?”
“I don’t think so. There are a lot of other things I’d rather do if I had the chance. Forestry’s one of ’em,” he finished with a smile at the ranch foreman.
“If you still feel that way in the fall, I might take you along with me when I drift out. I’ll be going up north then, I think.”
“Will you? That would be great!”
The man nodded and for a moment Bob was amazed at the look of resemblance that was common to both. They might have been brothers or father and son.
“We’ll talk more about it later,” was what he said. “Now, young Hazard, if you want to see the ranch I’ll go along with you. Coming, Jerry?”