"Hullo!" cried Dale. "Who was that?"
"It's queer he went through the window," returned Owen.
"It was queer. Let us see who it was," went on Dale, and dismounted at the side of the porch. Then he went to the open window and peered inside, never dreaming of the surprise in store for him.
CHAPTER XII
THE LODGE AT PINE TREE LAKE
"You had better go slow, Dale," whispered Owen, who was close behind his chum. "That man may not belong here and may be a desperate character."
"Do you mean he may be a thief?" whispered Dale, in return.
"Why not? There must be a good many things of value in this lodge."
"I guess they take most of the things away during the winter."