“Do you know it?” asked Ned. “I nearly got lost once, going that way.”
“I guess I can pick it out.”
So they began their tramp. But they had not gone more than a mile along the half-discernable path before Frank, who was in the lead, uttered an exclamation.
“See a snake?” asked Bart.
“No, but here’s a hut that I never noticed before,” was Frank’s answer. “I wonder if I am on the wrong path. It looks right but I never saw this shack.”
The boys gathered around him. On one side of the path, in a little clearing, half hidden among the trees, was a small log cabin. It looked as though it had always been there, but the boys were sure it must have been erected recently.
“There’s something painted over the door,” said Bart.
The boys looked. There, in brilliant red letters, were the words:
KING OF PAPRICA