"There's a family of them, at any rate," remarked Jack, as he neared the open spot, where now could be seen a hut.
A rough-looking man was waiting to see what they wanted. He smoked a pipe, wore heavy shoes and clothing.
Mr. Rand spoke first.
"Good afternoon, stranger," he said in a pleasant voice.
The man touched his hat and replied with an indistinguishable murmur.
"Camping?" went on Mr. Rand, scarcely knowing how to get into conversation.
"Sort of," replied the man shortly.
"Might we intrude for a little water?" continued the old gentleman.
"The girls had a dusty ride."
"Certainly," replied the woodsman, motioning toward a pail and dipper on a bench in front of the hut.
"Hard to get at," whispered Jack to Walter, "but he doesn't look so bad."