“I guess we followed directions all right,” remarked Lanky Wallace. “Only we didn’t know we were doing quite so well.”
“You’re right, Lanky,” laughed Frank.
The bungalow was a strong, staunch-looking place out here in the wilds, and the boys were attracted to it, wondering whose it was.
Following directions implicitly, they turned and climbed the trail between the hills, then over a small divide, down through a glen, or small valley, and out again to a smooth place along the lake shore.
Once again the lake stretched away before them, and they stood admiring it.
“And we are seeing just what we were told we would see. That bungalow is in the spot where we were told it would be, so the next is our place,” remarked Frank.
Up a slight incline they went, through a clump of hemlocks and firs, with brush abounding, and then they looked again.
In a clear place ahead of them stood a modern house of rather large size, though a single story, one large chimney at the center of it, smoke issuing in volume from that chimney!
“Some one is in the place right now!” exclaimed Frank.
“That’s mighty funny! It seems to me Mrs. Parsons told us no one was up here,” said Paul Bird.