"Nice!" cried Sammy. "Say, I guess you don't know what might happen if we went to see him; do you?"
"You mean we might shoot a bear or a deer?" laughed Frank.
"No, I don't mean anything like that, for now there aren't any such things on Pine Island. But you know we never have been up at the far end of the island, and we might find——"
"Oh, I know what he's going to say!" cried Frank, as he threw a snowball at a boy going down the street. "You're thinking we can find some treasure there; eh, Sammy?"
"Well, we might!" insisted Sammy, not minding the laughs of his chums. "That part of the island is lonely enough for treasure. But I had another idea."
"Say, you're full of 'em to-day!" remarked Bob.
"Let's hear it," suggested Frank.
"Well, you know there's supposed to be a queer old hermit up at the far end of the island," went on Sammy.
"A hermit?" cried Frank.