CHAPTER XIII
A LOG JAM ON THE PENOBSCOT
Several days later came letters for Dale and Owen, which the pair read with much interest.
The communications were from Mr. Jefferson Wilbur, and he wrote to each thanking them for what they had done in his interest. He begged them to accept what he inclosed as a slight return for their services, and ended by stating that if they ever came to Boston he would be glad to have them call upon him. In each letter was a post-office money order for fifty dollars.
"That is what I call generous!" cried Owen. "I wasn't expecting a thing."
"I thought he might thank us, but I wasn't looking for money," returned Dale. "I hardly like to keep it."
"Why not?"
"Oh, I can't exactly say. It looks something like a charity."
"I don't see it in that light. He has plenty of money, and this is a substantial evidence of how he appreciates what we did."
Owen appealed to Mr. Paxton, and the camp owner told them to keep the money by all means.