"That foreman of ours sure is quick on his feet!" said Harvey Hallock,
the driver who had brought the Bobbseys from the station. Mr. Hallock
was speaking to Mr. Bobbsey, outside the log cabin. "Yes, Bill Dayton
is sure a quick man," went on the driver.
"Has he been foreman here long?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"No, not very long," was the answer. "He came here when your wife's
uncle owned the tract, just before the uncle died. But we don't know
much about Bill Dayton. He's a quiet man, and he doesn't talk much."
"I thought there was something queer about him," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"But I shall always be his friend, for he saved my two children."
The Bobbsey twins thought they never had eaten such a jolly meal as
the one served a little later in the log cabin. Even though it was in
the midst of a great forest and in a lumber camp, the food was very
good. The little bald-headed cook seemed to know almost as much as did
black Dinah about making things taste good.
"The children have good appetites up here," said Mr.
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