“Well, I got a few of them,” and Jack held up the string for his brother’s inspection.
“They’re beauties all right, but it must have been a long time between bites,” Bob declared.
“Not so long at that,” Jack replied. “The truth of the matter is I was frying other fish a good part of the time. But just let me get one of these big ones cleaned and in the pan and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Some ten minutes later, while the big trout was sputtering in the hot fat, Jack told his brother about his meeting with the man in the woods.
“Did the cabin look like it had been build recently?” Bob asked as soon as he had finished.
“Sure did. In fact one end is not quite finished yet,” Jack replied.
“I wonder who owns the land it is built on.”
“I’m not sure but I believe it’s on our land. If it isn’t it’s not very far from it,” Jack said thoughtfully, then, as Bob did not speak at once, he continued. “I probably wouldn’t have thought so much of it and probably wouldn’t have followed the fellow if it hadn’t been for the fact that somehow or other I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I had seen him before, but I can’t for the life of me remember where or when.”
“You say you think they were talking about us?”
“Yes, I think so,” Jack replied slowly. “You see they talked so fast that I could only get a word now and then, but he kept pointing over in this direction and it’s a pretty safe bet that he was talking about this cabin or about us. But what do you think about it? What do you suppose they have built that cabin there for?”