“Ditto,” Jack agreed as he led the way toward the cook house.
“You mak one beeg catch, oui,” the half-breed cook assured them as they held the fish up for his inspection. “Dat one ees the beegest dis year so far.”
To reach their cabin the boys had to pass close in front of the office, a small room opening out of the dining-room. As they came in front of the building Bob, who was slightly in the lead, suddenly stopped and grasped Jack by the arm.
“Look who’s in the room,” he whispered.
“It’s that fellow who tried to buy one of the bikes,” Jack whispered after a quick glance.
“That’s what I thought,” Bob said. “Come on; let’s get to the cabin before he sees us.”
“Now the big question is, did that man follow us up here or is his being here only a coincidence,” Bob said as soon as they were in their cabin and had locked the door.
“Doesn’t look much like a coincidence to me,” Jack declared. “You remember we told Sim while we were eating dinner at The Forks where we were going, and so he could have found out easily enough.”
“I believe you’re right about it, and he’d steal one or both of them if he got the chance,” Bob agreed. “It’s a good thing we put them in here instead of in the shed.”
“He’ll stand watching all right,” Jack agreed. “But now that we are here what are we going to do toward finding the liquor runners? Seems to me that it’s time we made some definite plans.”