“That’s true too,” Bob declared, “but it seems strange that he should turn down so good an offer as that.”
“And there’s no one else you suspect?” Jack asked.
“Not a soul, and mind, I didn’t mean that I suspect Jacques. It was only an idea. You see, although I’ve been going up there for some years I really know but a few people, almost no one you might say.”
“That’s not strange seeing it’s a pretty wild and unsettled country,” Bob suggested.
“And how soon can you get up there?”
“Let’s see,” Bob mused. “Commencement is day after tomorrow, which will be Wednesday. We’ll start for home early Thursday morning and we ought to get there Friday night or Saturday at the latest. We’re going to make the trip on our motorcycles which we had shipped to us a few days ago.”
“You run them with an electric cell. I think Rex told me,” Mr. Stokes broke in.
“That’s right. We’ll have to spend a few days with the folks and it’ll probably be about the middle of next week when we get there.”
“That’ll be all right. I don’t want to hurry you although you can, of course, understand that the sooner the matter is cleared up the better it will suit me.”
“Well, as I said before, we’ll do our best but I hope you haven’t got your expectations up too high. We may fall down on the job, you know, and I’d hate to have you disappointed,” Bob smiled.