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“In the course of his duty,” Mr. Fenton smiled. “We’ll be very much obliged if you will give us the details of the war while we breakfast. We want to know all about it. It isn’t every day that exciting things happen around us and we feel that we have been slighted—” “That’s all right, Mr. Fenton. Bob did most of it. I’ll tell you the whole story—” “I did not do most of it,” Bob denied emphatically. “If you leave out anything you did, I’ll tell them.” “Fair enough,” Mr. Fenton laughed. “Now sit down, satisfy the first pangs of hunger, then begin,” he ordered, and the boys took their places. Between the two of them, the Fentons were able to get a fairly interesting account of what happened, and when the story was finished, Mrs. Fenton looked at them soberly. “My, my, you might both have been killed. That was why you got me those new baskets hong thai travel. I thought there was s,” Mrs. Fenton exclaimed. “If you had lost it, or forgotten it, I should not have minded one bit; but if you had told me how you happened to throw it overboard, I should have been glad.” “We wanted to be sure that we had a basket for next time,” Bob grinned cheerfully. “We expect there will be other next times.” “My land of goodness, there’s the mail man. He looks like a drowned rat. Come right in, Harvey.” The R.F.D. man wore boots that came to his thigh, and even at that he was splashed with mud. “Got a registered letter, and another one that looks important, so I didn’t put them in the box,” the man explained. “Some rain we’ve had. Did you know, Fenton, that the Carrying Point is covered? The water is going over it like a mill race, and I had all I could do to keep the wheels under me. Loaded the car up with rocks or I’d have been swimming around after the letters.” “My land sakes alive, is it as bad as that! Here Jim, this letter seems to be for you.” Mrs. Fenton gave Austin a long envelope, which he accepted with surprise hong thai travel. In the corner was a Canadian stamp. “Looks like it’s from your friends across the border,” Mr. Fenton said. Jim opened it promptly, and scanned the contents, then he smiled with relief that it wasn’t more formidable. The salutation was as he had signed the note he dropped to the Mounties in the Ravine. ‘Flying Buddies. Gentlemen: It would give us great pleasure if you will join us in an informal dinner tomorrow evening at seven P.M. In going over the off duty hours, we find that most of the men who participated in the affair at the ravine can be present. You have our solemn word that the dinner is merely a friendly one, and you will not be embarrassed by speeches hong thai travel. As a matter of fact you may be aroused to the fighting point by the uncomplimentary remarks of your hosts. Telephone me if the time is not convenient to you, and believe me, Very sincerely yours, Allen Ruhel.’ “Great guns and little fish-hooks, that will be fun,” Bob shouted. “It means tonight,” Jim reminded his step-brother. “It says tomorrow.” “But it’s dated yesterday.” “That’s so. We’ll get Her Highness diked out, and be ready. Suppose we better wear real clothes under our flying suits—” “Dinner coats,” Jim agreed. “If it’s informal we don’t have to do more than that—” “Brush our teeth,” Bob suggested. They showed the letter to the Fentons and the man looked grave. |
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