CHAPTER XIV
THE DOLL'S BUTTONS
For a little while Laddie and Russ watched the man in the boat as he rowed slowly toward the sandy point of land in the lake, on which the six little Bunkers were playing. The man's hair was certainly very red. The sun shone on it, and Russ and Laddie could see it quite plainly. And, too, he had on a ragged coat.
Rose and the other children were farther in toward shore, playing away. Laddie and Russ, as the two older boys of the family, thought they ought to do something toward getting back Daddy Bunker's papers.
"He's coming nearer," said Laddie, in a whisper to his brother.
"Yes," agreed Russ. "He'll soon be near enough for us to ask him if he's got 'em."
The red-haired man in the boat rowed nearer and nearer to the sandy point in Lake Sagatook. He did not seem to see the two small boys who were so anxiously waiting for him.
"What's he doing?" asked Laddie, for the man now and then would stop rowing and handle something he had in front of him.
"He's fishing," said Russ. "I can see his pole."
Laddie saw it too, a moment later. The man in the boat was a fisherman.