“Humph!” mused Jack. “I’d like to meet that boy again and talk to him. Maybe he knows something about why the old mill is haunted.”
“He is certainly a strange boy!” declared Laura.
The girls wished to know something of the details of the proposed encampment and the cadets told as much as they knew.
“We’ll come over if we can,” promised Laura. “And if you get the chance you must call on us at the new hotel.” And this the cadets readily promised to do. Then the girls turned homeward, and the boys continued their ride.
“They are fine girls,” said Dale. “It was a great feather in your cap to save them from drowning.”
“Oh, let us forget that!” cried Andy, who did not care at any time to pose as a hero.
“There is one thing I regret about this encampment at Lake Caboy,” said Jack, as the four cadets turned in the direction of Putnam Hall. “There is no way of getting our sailboats up to that lake. Some of the rowboats will be taken over on the wagons, but I’ll have to leave the Alice behind, and Fred Century will have to leave the Ajax, too.”
“Well, we’ll have to take our fun on the water out in rowing and swimming and fishing,” said Dale.
“What’s the matter with having a nice sail before we go away?” came from Pepper.
“To be sure, we can do that,” said Jack; and so, later on, it was arranged.