“I think you’re a first cousin of the Wandering Jew,” laughed Fred.
“Perhaps I am more like the Man Without a Country,” said the man soberly. “I have come up here from Montreal every summer for the last few years.”
“Why, how do you get here?” inquired Fred.
“I come up the Ottawa River from Montreal and then I leave the river at Mattawa. It is easy going then from Lake Nippising, across the Georgian Bay, and from Georgian Bay into Lake Huron doesn’t take very long. Have you ever been there, boys?”
“Where?” inquired Fred.
“Georgian Bay.”
“No, sir.”
“Then you have missed one of the prettiest spots in America. I never tire—”
The man stopped abruptly as the mate of the Gadabout suddenly appeared in the doorway.
Without waiting for an invitation he at once entered the room and then to the surprise of the two boys extended his hand and received from his host a small package which he quickly thrust into the pocket of his coat.