"Another important discovery," mused Bob. "So Mr. John C. Jenkins happens to be one of the very men I saw with Mr. Wingate a few minutes ago. This is interesting—sure enough. Guess I don't care to see him just yet."
Whistling softly, Bob turned away, and headed directly for the post-office.
In a long letter he told his father of the various discoveries he had made, advised him not to sell his land, and concluded by urging him to come to Tocono at once.
At half-past four he reached the Wisconsin House.
The boys had not yet put in an appearance, and another trying wait followed.
At ten minutes past six, a welcome sound reached his ears. The Ramblers were ascending the stairs.
"Hello, fellows!" he cried, stepping out upon the landing.
"Hello, Bob, you runaway; any news?" asked Sam.
Even Dave listened eagerly, as Bob related his experience. Wonder and surprise were depicted on the faces of all when he told about the men on the steamboat, and the discovery of the agent in Mr. Wingate's company.
"You have done yourself proud, Bob Somers," declared Dick Travers; "you'd make a great detective."