“Do you suppose that’s our Nate Webster?” inquired Garry.
“Quickest way to find out is to go and see,” answered Dick, and suiting the word to the action started for the front hall.
It was the Nate Webster they knew, and he greeted the boys heartily.
“How do you happen to be in this part of the state, Nate?” asked Garry.
“Why, I thought I’d like to see some of my old friends up this way, and I found out from your father where you were, so I just put a man in charge of my place for a while and came up. We’re going to get a couple of good rainy days and that will stop any chance of fire for a time. In fact it was lowering this morning when I started. You know I used to be around here a spell of years ago, and this is a bit of a vacation for me.”
The story of their adventures and those in particular that related to the doings of LeBlanc were retailed for Nate, and at the conclusion he asked what they were going to do.
“I thought perhaps we’d wait for orders from the Chief Ranger, and in the meantime just take it easy for a day or two,” answered Garry.
“Might just as well, at least till the rainy days are over,” agreed Nate.
They took a walk during the afternoon and met some of Nate’s old friends, enjoying the reminiscences that were started when old cronies of the guide got to talking old times with him. They brought Nate back to supper with them, and Garry found a letter waiting for him.
He read the letter over, and then called his chums together.