“Oui, I roll heem,” he said eagerly as soon as he was made to understand the terms.
“Now if Jack Skeets will only consent,” Bob said to Rex.
Jack Skeets was a Canadian Frenchman, but since early childhood had lived in Skowhegan and spoke English with hardly an accent. He was a splendid type of woodsman and all who knew him respected him for his sterling qualities and good nature. He was jealous of his reputation although by no means a boaster. Bob had little doubt but that he would accept the challenge.
He was not mistaken, for as soon as Jean told him that Baptiste had said that he could roll anyone he readily agreed to give him the opportunity to make good his boast.
“We try eet as soon as they have eat, oui?”
“Suits me,” Skeets replied.
“Well, I wish we could stay and see those logs down,” Bob said a little later as he, together with Rex and Jack, was eating breakfast. “But now that the regular crew is on there is not the slightest doubt but that they will get there in good time. Big Ben won’t dare to try any more of his funny business.”
“And college opens in three more days,” Jack said as he helped himself to hot-cakes.
“And I must be getting back to business,” Rex declared. “But it’ll be fine to go back together.”
“Sure will,” both boys assured him.