“That’s different,” grinned the foreman. “They’ll all come to that. But you’re taking a pretty big contract if you undertake to give a spread to my lumberjacks.”
“You can’t frighten us,” laughed Walter. “We’ll fill them up to the chin.”
Baxter undertook to telephone the news to all those whom he had previously called upon for help, and the boys, leaving their car at the mill, hastened to the rendezvous in the forest.
Joel was in charge, and a number of weary searchers who had dragged themselves in were sitting about, munching sandwiches and drinking coffee.
The boys whooped out a yodel as soon as they came in sight, and waved their hats.
The men jumped to their feet, and Joel came running out to meet the bearers of good news.
“Thank the good Lord!” he exclaimed, as he saw their jubilant faces. “I don’t need to ask what’s happened. You’ve found ’er.”
“We’ve got her,” beamed Paul.
“An’ wuzn’t she hurt none?” asked Joel.
“Nothing but a few scratches.”