"The old hermit!" whispered Frank. "There he is!"
And, as the boys looked, the aged man, about whom there seemed to be such a mystery, shook his fist at them, and then disappeared behind a clump of bushes.
CHAPTER XII INTO THE DRIFT
"That sure was him!"
"Yes, he's the old hermit!"
"I wonder what he's up to now?"
In turn Sammy, Bob and Frank spoke, as they looked toward the place where the aged man had disappeared. They could still see the bushes shaking as he forced his way through them.
"I wish it had been Mr. Jessup," said Sammy, and he could not help sighing a bit.