"Talk to me about your good fellows! That Martin Mabie stands in a class
of his own," observed Jerry. "Think of him offering to take us into the
mountains for weeks, and see that we have the time of our lives! And he
warns us not to mention the word money to him unless we want to break up
the game. I sure am anxious to shake hands with that same friend of old
Jesse."
"I move we start up there right now and see Jesse. The day is fine, and
when can we spare the time better?" suggested Will, who secretly wanted
just another chance to try a snapshot of the queer cabin which the
trapper occupied.
"Second the motion!" cried Bluff eagerly.
"I'm some cramped, myself, from sitting so long in that canoe. Perhaps a
run on our motorcycles might give me relief. So I say go," came from
Jerry.
Frank himself believed it would be a good idea. He knew that once they
started making preparations for their Western trip nothing was apt to
tear them away.
"All right, boys. It's going to be a full moon to-night. Suppose we stop
over and have a parting supper with Jesse? He'd be dreadfully tickled at
the notion.
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