“We got it all right, thanks to you,” Bob replied.
“That’s the stuff. Knew you were good enough,” Ezra chuckled as he opened a door at the back of the store and called:
“Supper ready, mother? Put on two more plates and then another.”
“Don’t say that you’ve got trout for supper, Ezra,” Jack said anxiously.
“Not a trout, that I know about,” Ezra assured him, and Jack explained his antipathy to the fish.
“We’ve eaten so many trout since we’ve been gone that I’ll be ashamed to ever look one in the face again,” he declared.
His fears were groundless and, while they were eating the excellent supper which Ezra’s wife sat before them, they told again the story of their trip. There was a ’phone in the store, and as soon as supper was over Bob called his father and told him of the recovery of the deed.
“That’s fine,” Mr. Golden declared, his voice expressing his pleasure. “That will save me a good many thousand dollars. You two boys certainly do beat the Dutch. Tom ’phoned yesterday from Greenville and said that Ben had begun to cut on the tract. Now I’ll be up in a few days, as soon as I can get away, but when you get back to camp you might go and see Ben and tell him that you have found the deed, but don’t take it with you.”
Bob gave his father a brief account of their trip but did not mention the wolves, as he knew that the thought would worry him. As soon as he told him of their meeting with Jacques and that the latter was going to Greenville the next day, Mr. Golden suggested that they give the deed to him and have him leave it at the First National Bank.
“It’ll be safe there,” he said, “and I’m afraid it won’t be at the camp, as the safe there does not amount to much.”