“Down at the lumber camp; I promised to take the boys there before they went home,” explained Ben.
Ed and George at once started a good-natured wrestling bout with old Moze, who seemed delighted at seeing them. Barking and whining, he jumped about, wagging his tail, until George declared he would lose it.
“When did you get here, Bill?” inquired the guide of his friend, after they had entered the cabin.
“Same morning you left, I reckon. When I saw you were away, I left a note and went on into the settlement. Got back late last night, and I figured I’d mosey around for a day or two and see if you came home. I brought out some mail for Westbrook and you fellows. There’s yours over on the table yonder. By the way, Ben, Westbrook said to tell you he expected to go in with his team and wagon the first part of next week. He said he’d come by here on the old wood-road, so if you wanted anything you could let him know.”
The boys quickly found the letters from home and began to read them. From their manner Ben knew that they had received news of some importance. When they had finished the letters they held a low-toned conference, and then turned toward the guide, who was watching them keenly.
“Nothing wrong, I hope?” he said.
“Nothing, except that we are ordered home,” answered Ed, endeavoring to force a smile.
“The deuce you say!” cried Ben, in dismay.
“Yes, I guess our time is up,” declared George, rather gloomily. “You see, our folks are going away in about two weeks, and, as we expect to enter college in the fall, they won’t see much of us for a while. Consequently they want us with them this summer.”
“Guess that’s only natural,” said Ben, quietly. “Say, it’s going to be some lonesome after you fellows pull out.”