"Sure I do," was the reply.
"Then, what's all this mystery about? Why don't you pass the information around?" demanded Tommy impatiently.
"All in good time!" laughed the boy.
"I don't see any use of all this mystery!" Tommy grumbled, turning to Sam, "I get shut out of the inside features of every game I'm in!"
"Now, how do we get to the cabin?" asked the doctor.
"Walk, I suppose," grumbled Tommy. "It's only about fourteen or fifteen miles, and the country between the two points is mostly on end. We ought to get there by an hour or two after midnight, if we don't stop to play marbles on the way."
"If you will all wait here a few moments," Frank said, "I'll go and see what I can do in the shape of a rig."
"A rig!" repeated Tommy. "Fat lot of fun you'd have driving a rig over that moraine!"
"Of course we can't drive clear to the cabin," Frank replied, "but we can get quite along way from the coast if we have a strong team and a good wagon!"
"Yes, I remember smooth country somewhere on the route," replied Tommy.