“Who are you thinking of?” inquired the old man quickly.
“Why, I was thinking of Jean LeBlanc,” answered Garry slowly. “What makes me think that impossible is that I know where he has been for some little time, and he doubtless did not send them, for he was too busy with his other infernal mischief.”
Ruth then interrupted the conversation.
“Suppose we leave and go to Aunt Abby’s house, and talk about things, instead of standing here like a pack of sticks. Aunt Abbie isn’t really our aunt,” she said, turning to the boys. “She’s an old lady who lives all alone in a big house, and occasionally she takes in people to board and room. That’s where we are staying now.”
This suggestion was voted a sensible one, and the party proceeded to the house referred to.
There they were met by Aunt Abbie, a little, old, grey haired person, who beamed when she was introduced to the boys.
“I’ve heard a lot about you boys from Ruth,” she told them; “especially about Garry.”
Phil and Dick burst into laughter, which they choked off as soon as possible, while Garry turned a fiery red. He knew what was in store for him as soon as they were alone.
They were ushered into the trim parlor and took up the conversation where it had been left at the station.
Ruth’s grandfather asked what the boys knew of LeBlanc’s latest movements, and this naturally led to the telling of the occurrences that transpired at the lumber camp. The boys did not tell this until they were hard pressed to, for they were modest when it came to their own achievements. Finally the story came out, each of the boys telling a portion of it in turn.