“Can’t we help?” asked Earl.
“No, thanks, I have all afternoon to do it,” replied Sam as he went out the door of the hotel.
Late that night Bill received a telegram from Bob Finch at Eugene. It read: “Wait for me. I’ll be there in the morning. Bob.”
“It looks as if we will get a late start tomorrow,” said Bill to Earl after he had read the wire. “I wonder what time the morning train gets in?”
“I think that there is a train that leaves Eugene this afternoon,” said Earl. “By taking it, Finch could get here quite early tomorrow.”
As a matter of fact, Bill was awakened the next morning by Bob pounding on the door of his room at the hotel.
“How did you know that we were going fishing?” asked Bill after Bob had entered.
“With Earl Simmons along and the hunting season not opened, what else could you do with a couple of days here?” replied Bob.
“Well, you will never guess who is going to take us out,” said Bill.
“I give up before I start,” said Bob. “Who is it?”