“My eye! but they are big!” exclaimed Ted.
“Only middling here. Wait till you get to where they are logging. Twelve feet through is nothing.”
As the boys were still expressing their wonder at the size of the trees, they rounded a curve in the track and came upon a clearing in which stood two log cabins and a long building, also built of logs.
“Welcome to our city,” grinned Andy.
Again Phil and Ted felt their hearts sink as they beheld the habitations.
“Do they—er—take boarders in any of those cabins?” asked the elder.
“Seeing that one is mine, the other the camp foreman’s, and the third the store, they don’t, that is, the kind we usually get. They are shipped right on to the logging camp. But any friends of Si Hopkins will be taken care of,” returned the agent, leading the way to the long building.
As the trio mounted the steps, a weasel-faced little man appeared in the door.
“Peleg, I want you to put these boys up for a few days,” announced Andy.
“Wall, you kin want. Let ’em go through to the camp.”