As they came out onto the porch they saw a canoe with two men in it headed for the wharf and almost in.
“It’s Rex,” Jack yelled and started on the run for the wharf.
“And it’s Mr. Stokes with him,” Bob added close at his heels.
They reached the end of the wharf just as the canoe touched and in another instant they were all shaking hands.
“How, in the world, did you get up here at this time of day?” Bob asked as soon as the first greetings were over.
“We got up as far as the dam late last night and the man there put us up over night. We would have been up in time to have got here for supper but the fellow who drove us up from Greenville had engine trouble and it was nearly eleven o’clock when we got to the dam,” Rex explained.
“Well, come along and get breakfast. I guess Jacques can scare up something. We’ve just finished,” Bob said as he led the way.
Nothing was said about business until they had eaten, then Rex said:
“And how’s the ghost business?”
“If you had asked that question yesterday at this time I’d have been obliged to reply, about the same, thanks. But now, thank goodness, I can say there ain’t no such animal any more, if you’ll excuse the grammar,” Bob laughed.