“No. This is what’s in front of it,” and Gif handed out another photograph.
“Why, it’s a lake!” exclaimed Spouter. “Looks like a dandy place, too! Just look at those hills behind it, and see those immense cedar trees! Looks like a regular paradise, Gif. Where is it?”
“What do you think of this?” went on Gif, and held out a third photograph, a picture of Mr. Garrison standing with a fishing rod in one hand and a big string of fish in the other.
“Looks like a good catch, all right,” was Andy’s comment. “I’d like to do as well myself.”
“Was that taken up on that lake?” questioned Fred.
“It was, Fred. And here’s another picture that was taken by my dad one day along the edge of the lake.”
“A bear! A big bear!” was the cry from several of the cadets.
“Is he wild?” questioned Randy quickly.
“Wild? Of course he’s wild! My dad snapped the picture, but by the time he could think of a gun the bear was half a mile away. But that’s nothing. My dad says there used to be a whole lot of bears around that lake. That, of course, was before the hunters got busy and killed most of them off.”
“What place is this, Gif?” demanded Andy impatiently.