“Sure it is, but whoever did it is an artist I’ll tell the world. I never suspected a thing of the sort till I was almost near enough to touch it.”
They quickly went around to the front and opened the door. As they stepped inside the whole thing became clear. The cloth, painted black on the inside so that no light would show through it, was stretched upon a very light jointed framework. There was no floor.
“Why, the whole thing could be taken down in ten minutes and almost be packed in a suitcase,” the Captain declared as he looked about.
“But what do you suppose they used it for?” Bob asked. “You remember Jack saw it the first time up near Moosehead Lake.”
“Now you’re asking something.”
“Haven’t you any idea?”
“Nary a one.”
“And I don’t suppose it will do any good to ask those men.”
“Not a bit. They can keep a secret all right when they want to.”
“Well, I’m a Yankee and can make a guess although it probably is pretty far fetched,” Bob said.