“Are you Mr. Adams?” asked Ed.
“Yes, I reckon that’s me; but I guess you’d better call me Ben. It sounds more natural up here,” he laughed.
The boys smiled at each other, and then Ed offered his hand to the guide, who smothered it in his own great brown one.
“I am Ed Williams; and this is my friend, George Rand,” he explained, introducing his chum.
Adams then made them acquainted with the agent, and said they had come to take a course at nature’s school in the woods.
“Well, now that we all know one another, I’ll get the team, and we’ll load up and mosey away from here,” and, so saying, the guide disappeared around the corner of the station.
The agent had departed to report the passing of the train which had just gone.
“Well, what about it?” asked Ed of his friend.
“I think it is going to be great!” declared George, looking off into the woods which they were soon to enter.
Ben drove up with the team and, assisted by the agent, began loading the luggage into his wagon. When everything was finally tucked away, he called the boys.