“Sure it will, Father,” Jack broke in. “Please let us go. Just see how our country needs us.”
Mr. Golden’s eyes twinkled as he turned to his younger son.
“So do Mother and I,” he said fondly. “But there’s the dinner gong. We’ll see what Mother has to say about it after dinner. Did you bring down any trout?”
“We sure did, and if they’re as good as those we had for supper last night you’ve got a feast ahead of you,” Bob declared as he got up and followed his father into the house.
Nothing was said of the matter until desert had been served, and then Mr. Golden explained the matter to his wife. At first Mrs. Golden shook her head, declaring that she would never give her consent, but both Bob and Jack knew how to coax her most effectively and finally she agreed to leave it to their father’s judgment. Both boys felt sure then that the victory was as good as won and they were not long in winning their father over.
“But I want it understood that you are to be very careful and not get into danger,” he insisted.
“We’ll be very careful,” both boys promised, and Bob added: “We’ll remember what you said about the cats and be sure to land on our feet every time.”
“I hardly know what directions to give you,” the officer declared a little later after Mr. Golden had returned to his office and they were once more sitting on the porch. “There’s a big summer camp about six miles from Jackman which is almost on the border line between Maine and Canada. Now I think it will be a good plan for you to go there and engage board for a week or two. It’s fine fishing there according to reports and you can do enough of it to avert suspicion. You can make that your headquarters and take trips on your motor cycles as you think best. Of course the government will pay your expenses and if you are successful I think I can assure you that Uncle Sam will not be ungrateful.”
“We wouldn’t want anything more than our expenses,” Bob declared, and Jack agreed heartily. “How soon can you start?”
“We’ll go tomorrow, won’t we, Bob?” Jack replied eagerly.