"It looks doubtful," Mr. Lakewood said shaking his head.
"But twenty years more or less can make a big change even in a place like this, I reckon," Captain Ole reminded him.
"That's true, and I'm not saying it isn't the place," the other returned.
"Well, there's one way we can tell," Bob spoke up.
"And that's to go over to the high end, I suppose you mean," Mr. Lakewood smiled.
"You guessed it," Bob smiled back.
"Come on, then, let's beat it," Jack said as he started to lead the way.
But before they had taken a dozen steps there came a startling interruption. A queer half stifled cry, coming from some distance behind them, made them turn quickly.
"What was that?" Bob gasped, in surprise.
"Sounded like someone shouted from over in those woods," Jack said, his eyes fixed on the distant grove.