As he turned toward the cabin, a white package lying upon the deck caught his eye. It had not been there a moment before, so the boy naturally concluded that it had been thrown from the row boat. He lifted it and, going back under the prow light, opened the envelope and read.
“Don’t interfere with what doesn’t concern you. Go on about your business, if you have any. Life is sweet to the young. Do you understand? Be warned. Others have tried and lost.”
The puzzled boy dashed into the cabin with the paper in his hand.
“Look here, fellows!” he shouted, pulling away at the first sleeping figure he came upon, “R. F. D. postman number two has arrived. Here’s the letter he brought.”
He read the message aloud to the three wondering boys, sitting wide-eyed on their bunks, and handed the paper to Clay.
“What about it?” he asked.
“I reckon,” Alex observed with a grin, “that we’re going to be arrested for opening some one else’s mail.”
“Don’t you ever think this letter wasn’t intended for us,” Jule declared.
“And now,” Case said, “I suppose we’ll have to give up following the orders given in the first letter. We’re ordered off the premises. See?”
“Not for mine,” Alex cried. “You can’t win me on any sawed-off mystery! I want to know what this means.”