"
"P'raps timber prospectors" suggested Hugh; "I've known of such men
to come up in this region trying to spy out new fields for operating
their destructive saw-mills. Somehow I hate to see the forest
wiped out that way. A tree takes some hundreds of years to mature,
and then it goes down in a heap, to be sawed up into boards. It
seems like a shame to me every time I think of how the timber is
disappearing. I believe in the work of the Forest Reserve Board.
It's high time this country began to think of keeping what it's got
before everything is lost. But tell us about these men that you saw.
They were not tramps, Ralph?"
"Oh, no, they were dressed too well for that," replied the other
quickly. "I happened to sight them in time to duck behind a tree,
and they never once suspected that anybody was near. One was a tall,
thin man, a German, I thought, while the other was dark and
short,---fact is, I took him for a Chinese, a Japanese or a Korean
from the color of his skin and his black bristling hair."
"That sounds interesting, anyway!" commented Bud. Then he added with
a little amused laugh, "P'raps they've heard in some mysterious way,
Hugh, how a celebrated young inventor named Bud Morgan means to try
out his latest wonderful stunt, and they hope to steal the concrete
result of his budding genius.
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