“Sure ye kin stay, as long as ye want to. I have jest one cabin vacant an’ the price of it wid meals is forty dollars the week fer the two of ye.”
“That’s all right and we’ll take it for a week anyhow, and if the fishing is good we probably will stay longer,” Bob said as he pulled out his pocketbook and handed the man four ten-dollar bills.
It took the boys but a short time to get settled in their new quarters, which they found very comfortable.
“What did you think of mine host Hogan?” Jack asked as he fastened a fly to his leader.
“Seemed all right. Why?” Bob replied.
“Oh, nothing; only it struck me that he seemed a bit suspicious of us. Probably my imagination. Guess all detectives feel that way more or less.”
“Careful with that tongue,” Bob cautioned. “We must remember that above all things we must be careful not to give anyone a hint as to what we are up here for. If we do we might as well pack up and go back home. There are quite a lot of people around this camp and there’s no knowing who may be mixed up in some way in this liquor business.”
“Mum’s the word,” Jack said as he laid his fishing pole on the bed. “Got your tackle all ready?”
“All ready but this leader. I think it needs some new flies. But you aren’t going out till after supper, are you?”
“No, but there goes the supper bell now,” Jack replied as he started for the door.