"We ought to tell the authorities about it, though. That person might kill somebody some day."
"Well, we can tell the police when we go back."
"Could it be some tramp, who is living on farmers' chickens and the like?"
"It might be. But I think it's somebody who's crazy. A tramp wouldn't find it any fun to live away out here. Why, it must be two miles, at least, to the nearest farm."
"More like three."
"Tramps like to stay near the farms and near railroads. No, that's some kind of a crazy hermit."
Discussing the happening from every point of view, the two lads trudged on. It was now growing dark rapidly, and they were anxious to reach Firefly Lake.
"Hope we haven't missed the way," said the doctor's son presently.
"Seems to me we ought to be getting to the river or the lake soon."
"Here's a rise of ground. I'm going up there and take a look," answered his chum.
From the small hill they made out the glint of water in the distance, and they also saw the glare of the camp fire Snap and Giant had started.