Jack laughed. “I guess you were thinking about the same as I was. I was rather hoping that the cabin would be here.”
“Same here. But it isn’t. And now we must go slowly again and be sure not to miss anything.”
“‘Slow but sure,’ as the old lady said when she shooed the hen out of her garden,” Jack laughed.
“But I move we eat before we start out,” Bob said as he threw off his pack.
“This Maine air sure does give you an appetite.”
“You said it,” Jack agreed.
“I’d give a cent to know whether or not that little guy was with the other two when they had us treed,” Bob mused between bites.
“Why? What difference does it make?”
“To my way of thinking it makes just this difference. If he was there he didn’t say a word and that would indicate that he didn’t amount to much. But if he wasn’t there it looks as though he had sent them after us while he went some other way. That way of looking at it he may be the big gun after all.”
“A la Sherlock Holmes,” Jack laughed. “But your deducting listens pretty good at that.”