“P. P. S. Regards to the others from H. B. G.”
“What’s the H. stand for?” asked Bee when they had read the note the second time.
“Why, Honest,” replied Jack. “Honest Bill Glass. See?”
“Well, he’s certainly proud of that first name, isn’t he?” Bee laughed.
“I guess he has a right to be,” returned Jack. “It isn’t such a bad first name, Bee.”
“No, that’s true. Well, he is certainly a brick, fellows. And we’ll have to look him up and thank him.”
“Maybe he will look us up,” replied Jack. “He probably left the dory here on his way out. I wonder who the ‘Portigees’ are who took the things. Probably some of those who live up by the track. It wouldn’t be difficult for them to sneak down the river at night and not be seen. Anyhow, I guess it doesn’t matter, now that we’ve got everything back—everything except the boat-hook. And as Bill says he has one we can have cheap.”
“I guess the least we can do is buy it,” laughed Hal. “Let’s go up and see if things are all right in the tent.”
Their way led them by the scene of their recent excavations and suddenly Bee gave a cry of surprise and regret.