“Lake Woonset,” explained Tom. “It’s an Indian name. Didn’t I mention it before?”
“You did, but I guess I forgot it. Lake Woonset, near Wilden, in New York state. Say, Bert—!”
“By Jove, that’s so. It just occurred to me too,” interrupted Bert.
“What did?” asked Tom. “What’s up? What’s the matter with Lake Woonset?”
“Nothing, but isn’t it near Crystal Lake?” asked Jack, a curious look on his face.
“Yes,” answered Tom. “But Crystal Lake is a small one. Why, what has that to do with our going camping?”
“Nothing much, only we’ve got some curious news for you. Who do you think is going to camp at Crystal Lake?”
“I can’t imagine, unless it’s Sam Heller and that sneaking crony of his, Nick Johnson.”
“Worse than that,” declared Bert. “It’s our old enemy, Professor Skeel!”