“WHEW!” SAID DEAN. “I’M glad Joan’s taken care of. Now let’s pick up my jeep.”
“Just a minute—I want to wire Mr. Purnell that Joan is on her way.” Vicki found a telegraph agent in the station. “All ready now, Dean.”
Dean located the garage where Bud had left his jeep. Next they asked directions. No one in town, not even the lumberjacks, were familiar with the name Purnell. But they all knew Jim Badger.
“His stand’s way back near the river, son. Take the paved highway for ‘bout two miles, then hit the first big dirt road. From there on you’ll have to ask your way. That your jeep? Mighty fine jeep.”
“Jim Badger expectin’ you kids?” a logger asked.
“No,” Vicki said, startled. “Why?”
“Jest that you’ll have a time findin’ anybody way back in the wilderness. Nice feller, Jim. Everybody lik
