“What was it?” asked Phil speedily.
“Nothing much; just Baptiste LeBlanc is on the trail of yours truly.”
CHAPTER X
THE CABIN IN THE RAVINE
We left Garry talking with the storekeeper at Chester.
The storekeper had just described Jean LeBlanc to him as having bought a liberal supply of provisions. That meant that the tramp had not played them false but had given a straight tip.
Having gotten all the desired information, Garry bade the storekeeper goodnight and hastened back to the hotel where he turned in.
LeBlanc already had twelve hours’ start on him, and by morning it would be a full day, but there was no use in Garry’s trying to go further that night.
He would have a blind enough chase in broad daylight, and he needed sleep so that he would be fresh for the hard trail ahead.
Garry woke with the dawn and sprang from his bed, determined to make every minute that day count. He descended to breakfast, and after a hasty meal asked the hotel owner if there was any place there where he could hire a canoe for two or three days.
“Sure there is; right here. My boy had one that he used a lot, but he’s working in the city now, and so it just lays there in the boathouse doing nothing,” answered the hotel man.