"Maybe we can get into the cabin by a back way," suggested Nappy.
"Say, that's an idea!" cried his crony. "And if we can do that, maybe there's a gun or a pistol inside that we can use."
"You boys can take a walk around to the rear if you want to," answered Slugger's father. "I'll see if I can't bluff those fellows into letting us in at the front."
Slugger and Nappy had just started to move away toward the lake shore, intending to sneak behind some rocks and bushes, when they heard Fred give a loud shout from the entrance to the second cabin. Then Andy gave a long whistle.
"What's that for?" questioned Nappy quickly.
"See! they are waving their hands to somebody," announced Slugger. He turned to gaze out over the lake. "A man is coming."
"What do you bet it isn't old Stevenson?"
"It is! See, he's coming as fast as he can!"
"Yes, and he has his gun with him," announced Asa Lemm somewhat feebly.
Attracted by the call from Fred and the loud whistle given by Andy, the old lumberman had noted that a number of visitors were standing in front of the two cabins at the upper end of Snowshoe Island. He was still a considerable distance out on the lake, but his rapid skate strokes soon brought him to the shore. Then, without waiting to unstrap his skates, he came forward through the snow, his shotgun ready for use.