An instant later Joe came across a large envelope containing several legal-looking documents. He brushed the dirt from the covering and tried to make out some handwriting on it.
“The papers!” he shouted, joyfully. “Grandfather Anderson’s papers as sure as you are born!”
“Let me see!” ejaculated Harry, and bent over the find. They hauled the papers from the envelope and looked them over. Their grandfather was mentioned in a number of places, and also two plots of land they had heard their parents discuss. Clearly these were the papers that were so much needed.
“We’ll take them to camp and read them over carefully,” said Joe. “And if they are what we want we had best go right home with them.”
“Won’t mother and father be astonished when they get the news,” added Harry.
They were soon back to camp, and here sat down to look over their find. They had just concluded to their satisfaction when Fred, who was outside cutting firewood, set up a shout:
“Here comes old Skeetles and Dan Marcy!”
“Quick, Joe, put the papers out of sight,” whispered Harry, and this was done.
In a few minutes Hiram Skeetles and Dan Marcy reached the shelter.
“So ye burnt the lodge down!” exclaimed the real estate dealer. “I’ll have the law on ye fer that!”