"Well, we certainly didn't," said Bob, cheerfully.
"So it seems," laughed Uncle Stanley. "Anyway, I was obliged to hire a rig and leave immediately."
"Wonder how it was we didn't meet somewhere on the road," mused Dick.
"The driver told me we could save time by taking another route."
"Another route?" queried Tim.
"Yes; one which, while not so good as the main thoroughfare, takes a short cut through the woods. As it was, I barely had time to catch the steamer.
"Wanatoma was at the camp; and the story of the lumberjacks' visit to his cabin determined us to follow you."
"It was certainly a dandy thing to do," said Tim.
"A great deal of important business had to be left to Warrington. We bought horses at Rawdon—"
"Not from that 'ere livin' checkerboard, I s'picion," broke in Cap Slater, with a gruff laugh.