"They have spotted us," said Dan.
"I don't care. Let them spot. Maybe they will know us next time they see us."
The basket mounted the last stage of the journey, going more and more slowly. At last it reached the landing. Dan was the first to leap from the car, followed quickly by Hickey.
"Good morning," he greeted, coming to a salute, as he found himself facing three red-coated soldiers.
"Who are you?"
"Men from the U.S.S. 'Long Island.'"
"What are you doing here?"
"Just taking a little pleasure trip," answered Hickey, before Dan could open his mouth to explain. "You've got a fine place up here, but it must be rather drafty in winter time. I never did like drafts at that time of the year. Do you know——"
"Get back into that basket!" interrupted the lookout sternly. "You have no business, up here."
"Well, I must say you fellows are not very hospitable," grumbled Sam. "Can't we take a look around your shack?"