"Isn't this grand, Joe?" exclaimed Greg.
"What?" demanded Joe.
"This great old forest, this silence, this grandeur of solitary nature?"
"It ought to do first rate for lunatics, and such like," answered Joe, gazing with disfavor at the bare trees and desolate looking bushes. "What have you boys been doing that you've got to spend a fortnight away from comfortable livin'?"
"Why, we're doing this for pleasure," said Dan Dalzell.
"Humph!" muttered Joe, and there the matter rested.
It was nearly half past two when the horses were finally hauled up before the log cabin. But now the truck was bare of boys. Dick & Co. had leaped overboard the instant they came in sight of the cabin, and had scampered on before for a look at the place.
"Say, this is great!" cried Greg. "The old cabin looks good and solid, too."
"But how do you get in?" queried Dan, bracing his shoulder against the door and pushing hard. "The place seems to be locked."
More boys tried their shoulders against the door, but it did not yield.