The Outdoor Chums at Cabin Point; Or, The Golden Cup Mystery

Copyright, 1916, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP


We're going into the woods light this time, it seems, boys.
Remember, Bluff, we sent along most of our stuff, such as blankets and grub, as also the cooking outfit, in charge of old Anthony, the stage driver.
That's a fact, Will, and he was to leave it at the abandoned mine shaft, from which point we expect to make pack horses of ourselves.
True for you, Jerry! And unless Frank here has made a mistake in his reckoning we're due to reach that hole in the ground before another hour.
How about that, Frank?
We'll fetch up there in less time than that I reckon, fellows. To tell you the truth, it can't be more than a mile away from here.
Bully for that! And after we get over the peak of this rocky ridge we ought to be on the down-grade most of the way.
When Jerry Wallington gave expression to his gratitude after this fashion, two of his companions waved their hats as though he voiced their sentiments. One of these boys was Will Milton, and while he did not seem to be quite as vigorous as his chums, still his active life during the last two years had done much to build up his strength. As for Bluff Masters, any one could see from his looks that he had a constitution of iron, while his face told of determination bordering on obstinacy. The fourth member of the little party tramping along this road leading over the ridge was Frank Langdon. He was a boy of many parts, able to take the lead in most matters, and looked up to by his comrades.
All of them lived in the town of Centerville, where, on account of their love for the open and for camp life, they had become known as the Outdoor Chums. Fortune had indeed been kind to these four boys, and allowed them to enjoy opportunities for real sport that come the way of few lads.