Browning, Hodge and Diamond had heard of Forest, whose extravagant style of living had made a sensation at Harvard, but Merriwell was the only one who had met him before. Fred was introduced to them all, as they were found lazily lounging about the hotel. Hans Dunnerwust was also introduced, and endeavored to make himself agreeable.

“You vos glat to seen me,” he said, shaking hands with Forest. “But I don’d understood vot makes you holdt my handt so high up und viggle id like dot. Dot peen a vunny vay to shook handts.”

“Excuse me,” laughed Fred, blushing, but not showing offense. “I forgot I was not at Cambridge, and I was shaking as my former friends would shake.”

Of course it was necessary to make an explanation of Forest’s presence in that town, and the boys expressed their sincere regret on learning of his misfortune. Not even Diamond, with all his aristocratic Southern notions, showed that he considered Fred any less a gentleman because he had become comparatively poor and found it necessary to give up his former style of living. Jack’s life in the North had wrought a great change in his views, so that he was now willing to acknowledge that a man could be a gentleman even though he worked at day labor. He was surprised by the intelligence of the common laborer in[161] the North, and he had found woodcutters and even coal heavers who were well informed, well educated and well read.

Of course, the Virginian held himself as above a coal heaver, but he marveled much that men of intelligence should do such work. The explanation that the poorest man in the North may be and almost always is ambitious, seeks knowledge, reads the big daily newspapers, and can see nothing degrading in almost any kind of honest work, was not sufficient to fully satisfy the Southerner. The fact that such men had families to support, and often had cosy, comfortable little homes, for which they were paying with the earnings of their labor, which spurred them on to accept almost any kind of occupation when better employment could not be obtained, did not seem to fully satisfy Diamond; and he continued to marvel over the social condition in the North.

There was nothing more nauseating to Jack than sham aristocracy, and he could easily see that some of the common laborers of the North were the peers in many instances of wealthy men who looked down on them with supreme contempt. That this should be so was what amazed the observing Virginian.

Diamond was astonished when he learned that Fred Forest had given up his luxurious ways of living, left college for good, and was endeavoring to repair the wrecked fortunes of his dead father. But what was more surprising was that Forest should dress in the clothes of a common laborer and come up the Penobscot to oversee the work of getting the cut timber down the river.

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This was explained to the boys by Forest himself, who told it without hesitation and without the least show of embarrassment or shame. Indeed, Fred seemed glad that the old life of luxurious extravagance was past and gone and now he was a man among men, striving to hew a path to success.

“The closer a man looks after his own interests the better off he is,” said Forest, when he had explained everything. “That’s why I am here. Mike Sullivan, the boss on this drive, is a good man when he lets liquor alone, but he will have his jamborees, and he lets everything go to the wind when he breaks away. I had to rush men up the river in a hurry, and it was a bad season to get drivers, so I was forced to take Sullivan. But I decided to come up and look after the drive myself. Now, if you gentlemen would like to go down the river with me on the drift, I shall be glad to have you. It will cost you nothing but your time, and you will see a feature of life that is new to you.”

“Will there be any excitement?” asked Bart Hodge, his dark face showing his interest.

“I should guess yes!” laughed Fred. “There will be excitement and perils, unless it is an unusually lucky drive. The watershed of the Penobscot River, which drains one-half of the State of Maine, it is said, has witnessed more deeds of heroism, and been the scene of more valorous acts than any other area of its size on the North American continent.”

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