“Oh, well this is different you know,” Bob laughed just as his Father came up the steps.
Mr. Golden gave their friend a most hearty greeting; indeed he was nearly as fond of Rex Dale as were the boys.
“Welcome to the old Pine Tree State again,” he said as he grasped him by the hand.
“The Pine Tree State always looks mighty good to me, sir,” he declared as he returned the grasp.
“Father, isn’t Umsaskis Lake up above Chemquessbamticook?” Bob asked as soon as the greeting was over.
“Yes. It’s some ways above if I remember rightly. All of forty miles I should say. I know it’s pretty close to the border.”
“I thought so,” Bob said.
“You aren’t thinking of going up there, are you?”
“Looks as though we might,” and he told his father of Rex’s mission.
“I’m mighty sorry to hear that,” Mr. Golden declared turning to Rex. “And you think he may be up there at Umsaskis?”