“The King of Paprica.”
“Oh, him. I’d forgotten all about it. What makes you keep thinking of it?”
“I can’t help it,” replied Frank, so solemnly that his chums looked at him in some surprise.
“I believe there is something about that man which will bear investigating. No one ever heard of a crazy person being loose in these woods before, and there’s no lunatic asylum near by from which he could have escaped. I tell you it looks queer.”
“Sometimes lunatics travel hundreds of miles,” put in Bart. “I read of one, once, that escaped, and was found a good while afterward in some place in Europe.”
“Say, did we come here to talk about odd folks or to fish?” asked Ned somewhat sharply. “If we’re going to fish let’s do it. All this talk will scare ’em away.”
“That’s what I say,” added Fenn. “Let’s finish up and go home.”
“Got a date to take a walk and gather wild flowers with some girl, Stumpy?” asked Frank.
“Well, it’s as much fun as talking about a crazy man,” retorted Fenn.