"Ye've done well, lads," he remarked, "fer ye must have nigh onto three
hundred now. But yez should have a boom around them. If a gale
springs up, there'll be trouble."
Acting upon this suggestion, and directed by the captain, the scouts
spent another hour in encircling their logs with a stout boom, which
they made secure to the shore.
"There, that's better," was the captain's comment, when this had been
completed. "Yez'd better hurry home now, fer it's gittin' rather late."
As the boys were about to leave, a small tug came up the river, and
swerved somewhat to the left. A man was standing in the wheel-house,
watching those on shore. No word was spoken as the boat sped by, but a
thoughtful expression appeared in Captain Josh's eyes as he stood and
studied the tug for several minutes.
"I wonder what she's after," he mused, half aloud.
"Perhaps she's going up-river for logs," Rod suggested.
"Maybe she is, lad. But I was jist wondering whose logs she's after,
that's all. I know that craft, so that's what makes me uneasy. If
it's your logs she's after it'll be well to keep a sharp lookout
to-night. Last spring quite a number of logs disappeared, and I know
yez don't want to run any risk with yours.
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