"You don't need to get down, Loyle," he said; "it will not take long to find where the logs are."
The big lumberman stepped forward with an angry gleam in his eye.
"This my mill," he said. "You have not the right to walk it over."
"This is a National Forest," was the sharp reply, "and I'm in charge of it. I'll go just wherever I see fit. Who'll stop me?"
"Me, Josef La Blanc—I stop you."
Just then Wilbur, glancing over the circle of men, saw standing among them Ben, the half-witted boy who lived in the old hunter's cabin. Seeing that he was observed, the lad sidled over to Wilbur and said, in a low voice, questioningly:
"Plenty, plenty logs? No marked?"
"Yes," said Wilbur, wondering that he should have followed the discussion so closely.
"I know where!"
"You do?" queried Wilbur.