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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXIX FINIS While the burros were being unpacked and unsaddled we went over to the office to report our return, in case Supervisor Johns had not heard the excitement caused by our entry. As we entered the Supervisor's sanctum we saw a huge man of about fifty years, dressed rather formally and imposing to a degree, seated comfortably in the largest chair in the room. He smiled cordially as we entered. "Gentlemen," said Johns, impressively, "permit me to introduce Mr. Wetherby." We gasped, as Horace, with an astonished cry of "Father!" sprang forward and received the parental embrace. The gentleman turned toward us. His mien was suave and dignified. He reminded us strongly of Horace at his best. But in his eyes there shone that which revealed the difference between them--a look of conscious power, of hard-won wisdom. Where the boy gazed out on life naively, and coloured it with his own imaginings and thoughts, the shrewd, objective glance of the older man penetrated to the essence. "I chanced to be in this part of the world yesterday," he said, in a deep and resonant voice, "and hearing that yon boys would be coming in from the wilds I just thought I'd run down and meet you all." He paused, and that keen, searching eye swept us, one after the other. It was like a suction cleaner applied to the soul. He smiled, and went on: "I need not say that I am more than happy to meet my boy's friends. And to have at the same time an opportunity of talking over some matters in regard to the Forest Service with your Supervisor--Mr. Johns, here. I hope to detain him some time longer on the same business. Afterward, I want you all to join me in a small supper that has been planned for this evening at Lin Foo's, which I am informed is more generally...