“That man Jacques must be somewhere about, I should suppose.”
They were about to step onto the porch when the door suddenly opened and a man came out. He was a large man, one of the largest the boys had ever seen standing all of six feet four and built in proportion. That he was powerful was plainly to be seen. His face was dark and a scowl which seemed permanent gave to it a most unpleasant cast. He was dressed in corduroy trousers and a dark blue shirt open at the neck revealing a hairy chest. On his feet were a pair of Indian moccasins.
“We are looking for Jacques Bolduc,” Bob announced.
A deep rumble, which seemed to start away down in the man’s throat, ended with the words:
“Me heem.”
“Then—then you have charge of the camp?” Bob asked almost too surprised to speak.
“Oui. Me boss here.”
The two boys looked at each other before Bob spoke again. Each was wondering why Mr. Stokes had not told them more about the sort of man they would find in Jacques Bolduc.
“Can we get board here for awhile?” Bob asked.
“Oui. Dis camp she open for business.”