with an air of surprised respect.

"I've got to admit that that looks as though it might do the trick," he
admitted, at length. "I've seen a lot of roadside repairs in my time,
but blest if that hasn't got 'em all beat. I'll take it at slow speed
the rest of the way, and we'll see if it will stand up long enough to
get us in."

And get them in it did, in spite of much creaking and groaning and
bumping.

The automobile drew up before a long one-story building, constructed
roughly but substantially of unpainted boards. Supper was being served,
and they were just in time to partake of a typical lumber camp meal. The
big table was laden with huge joints of meat, platters of biscuits and
vegetables, while strong, black coffee was served in abundance. After
this plates of doughnuts were passed around, greatly to Jimmy's delight,
and for once he could eat all he wanted with nobody to criticize, for
the lumbermen were no tyros at this sort of thing, and packed away food
in quantities and at a speed that made the boys gape.

"Gee!" exclaimed Bob, after they had emerged into the balmy spring air
outside, "I used to think that Jimmy could eat; but he can't even make
the qualifying heats with this crowd. You're outclassed, Doughnuts,
beyond the chance of argument."

"I don't see but what I'll have to admit it," sighed his rotund friend.
"But I don't care. It seems like Heaven to be in a place where they
serve doughnuts like that. There's none of this 'do-have-a-doughnut'
business. Some big husky passes you a platter with about a hundred on it
and says, 'dig in, young feller.' Those are what I call sweet sounding
words."

"And you dug, all right," remarked Joe, grinning. "I saw you clean one
platter off all by your lonesome--at least, you came pretty near it," he
qualified, with some last lingering regard for the truth.

"I didn't anything of the kind! But I only wish I could," lamented
Jimmy.

"Never mind, Doughnuts, nobody can deny that you did your best," laughed
Herb. "After you've had a little practice with this crowd, I'll back you
against their champion eater any day."

"So would I," said Bob. "We've often talked about entering Jimmy in a
pie-eating contest, but I never before thought we could find anybody who
would even stand a chance with him. Up here, though, there's some
likely-looking material. Judging from some of those huskies we saw
to-night, they might crowd our champion pretty hard."

"You can enter me