“Nothing; only unless I’m greatly mistaken they were two of those fellows that we caught making moonshine up on Mount Bigelow last summer,” Jack replied quietly.
“Nonsense. Those fellows are in state prison serving a good long term,” Bob declared. “You must be seeing things.”
“Mebbe. But I’ll never forget that guy with the hooked nose, and if that wasn’t he it was his twin brother. Sometimes prisoners escape you know.”
“Yes, I know that, but I guess we’d have seen something about it in the papers if they had escaped,” Bob replied as he started off.
“Just the same, that was the fellow all right,” Jack muttered to himself as he followed suit.
Without further mishap they reached the cabin shortly before five o’clock.
“Gee, but the old camp looks good,” Jack declared as they led the wheels around to a small shed behind the cabin.
“She sure does,” Bob agreed. “I hardly know which place I like the better, here or at Wesserunsette.”
At exactly five o’clock Bob pressed the switch on the little case and, with the receiver at his ear, waited anxiously. However, he had not long to wait, for almost immediately Edna’s voice came to him clear and loud. Even Jack, without a receiver, could distinguish the words.
“Distance doesn’t seem to make a bit of difference, does it?” Bob said after they had both talked with Edna.