"We were trying to cross the stream by the aid of a rope," explained John Franklin. "The rope broke, and Phil was swept down the stream and I went after him to make sure that he didn't get drowned. Then we got mixed up in the logs and the tree, and you know the rest."
"You say you belong up the river?" questioned Andy.
"Yes. We've been stopping at Bossard's camp. I suppose we ought to be getting back there now, or he'll be wondering what has become of us. Besides that, we'll want some dry clothing. And you fellows will want some dry clothing, too. Otherwise you might catch cold."
"Yes, we'll hike back to the school as fast as possible," answered Jack. He held out his hand. "Good-bye to you, and good luck."
"You won't mind if I come down to see you some time, will you?" questioned the man. "I want your teachers to know how brave you have been."
"Come down, by all means," answered Jack. "But don't pile on the bravery stuff, please. We did only what any healthy young fellows would do."
"I don't know about that. I guess I know real heroes when I see 'em," answered John Franklin, with a grin.
"I'd like to see you fellows drill. It must be great," put in his son Phil.
"Come down any time and ask for us," answered Fred. He was rather taken by Phil Franklin's open manner.
A few words more passed, and then the Franklins hurried up the river in the direction of the lumber camp from which they had come. Then the Rovers turned in the direction of Colby Hall.