Having worked this out to his own satisfaction, Bob knew what next to
expect. Baker must interview him. Bob was sure the young man would take
his own time to the matter, for naturally it would not do to make the
fact of such a meeting too public. Accordingly he submitted his report
to Thorne, and went on about his further investigations, certain that
sooner or later he would again see the prime mover of all these dubious
activities.
He was not in the least surprised, therefore, to look up when riding one
day along the lonely and rugged trail that cuts across the lower canon
of the River, to see Baker seated on the top of a round boulder. The
incongruity, however, brought a smile to his lips. The sight of the
round, smooth face, the humorous eyes, and the stout, city-fed figure of
this very urban individual on a rock in a howling figure of this very
urban individual on a rock in a howling wilderness, with the eternal
mountains for a background, was inexpressibly comical.
"Hullo, merry sunshine!" called Baker, waving his hand as soon as he was
certain Bob had seen him. "Welcome to our thriving little hamlet.
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