The first man they saw as they entered the hotel office was their father.
“Dad!” shouted both the boys, as they made a rush for him.
“Thought it was about time you youngsters were getting back,” Mr. Golden declared, after he had embraced them and greeted Rex.
“But what are you doing up here?” Bob asked.
“I just got here about an hour ago,” Mr. Golden replied. “Jean ’phoned that they couldn’t get the jam started and I thought I’d better come up and see about it. It’s pretty important that we get those logs going down the river rather soon, you know,” he smiled.
Bob knew, more from his father’s looks than from what he said, that he was worried over the delay.
“Why can’t they get them started?” Jack asked impatiently.
“No one seems to know, as far as I can find out,” his father replied.
“It sure looks fishy to me,” Jack declared.
“I saw Donahue just before I left home and he declared that he was as anxious to get them started as I was, but I’m afraid he was stretching it a bit,” Mr. Golden told them, as he led the way into the dining room.