“He’s a boy in a thousand,” Rex declared as they turned back into the cabin, and Jack heartily agreed with him.
Before washing the dishes Rex again examined their prisoner’s bonds and assured himself that all was well.
“We must not let him out of our sight for a minute,” he whispered to Jack. “His strength is really marvelous and he might wiggle out of those ropes and if he should, he’d make short work of us.”
“Will you go back with them when they come after Parry?” Jack asked as he was drying the dishes.
“I thought I’d like to go with you,” Rex said. “You see that business, which I was supposed to attend to, has been settled long before this and there is really no hurry about my getting back now.”
“That’ll be the finest ever,” Jack declared, delighted at the thought of having their friend with them on the homeward trip. “We’ll show you how they drive logs down the river. Say did you ever see a log rolling contest?”
“No. I never did, but I’ve read about them. It must be fun.”
“I’ll say it is.”
Meanwhile Bob was plowing his way through the wet snow toward Ashland. Before he had gone far the sun broke through the clouds and it began to grow warm and he was soon forced to remove his mackinaw.
How the snow did stick to his shoes. It seemed as though he was lifting a heavy weight every time he raised a foot.