"Well, the day isn't over yet."
From the northwest corner of the claim was a narrow trail leading to the south shore of Pine Tree Lake, a body of water quarter of a mile wide by three-quarters of a mile long. In the middle of the lake was a long narrow island, on which grew a magnificent pine tree, which gave to the lake its name.
"Looks almost good enough to take a swim in," remarked Dale, as they came out on the lake shore.
"I dare you to take a plunge," said Owen.
"Done!" was the reply. "I don't take a dare from anybody."
"Let us take a look at the lodge first," went on Owen.
They could see the place, but a short distance away, standing on something of a bluff. At the edge of the bluff was a set of steps running to a tiny wharf, on which was built a boathouse. The lodge was a low, rambling structure, built of logs and stone, with quaint carvings and curious casements.
"It's queer he didn't build more of a city-looking house while he was spending his money," said Owen, as they came closer.
"Oh, I guess he wanted something that looked like the backwoods, Owen. No doubt he gets tired of city life and city houses."
There was no fence around the lodge, and they rode up the broad pathway, and then around the corner of the building. As they did this they saw a man disappear into the building through a window opening on a low porch.