“Yes, it was the Wolf bunch that was shot at,” Mac nodded.
“Still, we’re just as much as ever in the dark as to who did the shooting,” Tim reminded them.
“It looks to me as though whoever did the shooting did it to scare them off,” said Barry. “They weren’t hit and didn’t say anything about the shots going overhead. I guess that crowd didn’t have anything to do with taking our sled.”
“For a while I thought that they did,” confessed Kent. “But evidently they didn’t know anything about it. Somebody keeps mighty close tabs on the lodge and even objects when anybody sits on the front porch.”
“What will they do when we go to live in the place?” Barry asked.
“They may make it warm for us,” Tim suggested. “So far we have been living in the Bronson cabin, and they haven’t done any more than steal our sled and throw it into a ravine. But now we are moving up on the ghost, and maybe things will get lively.”
“Scared?” Mac asked.
“No, but I believe we ought to be prepared for action.”
“We will be,” Barry agreed. “Perhaps we ought to take turns staying up at night and keeping a strict watch. I have an idea that some dangerous criminal is operating around that lodge.”
“I wonder if there are any counterfeiters making money anywhere in the neighborhood,” Mac mused.