"Where did you get this, Jerry?" asked Frank after he had read it.
"It was fastened to the trunk of a tree over there—that big oak."
"Now that you mention it, I can remember seeing something white there early last night. I thought it was only one of your jokes, and declined to investigate," was the comment of Frank.
"That's a point worth knowing. It proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was pinned there before we retired, or shortly after, at any rate," remarked Bluff.
"Talk to me about your Sherlock Holmes and his deductions! Did he ever do any better than that pard of mine? It's the lawyer blood showing early in life, just as Will here, when he can forget his old photography for a minute, is itching to bind up somebody's wounds, simply because his father used to be a doctor, and he has inherited a bit of his skill."
"Who do you think put it there?" Frank continued.
"Why, that blooming old ghost, to be sure," was Jerry's prompt reply.
"Looks like a schoolboy's writing," suggested Will sagaciously.
"Perhaps it is," said Frank, looking at Jerry and nodding.
"But you said before you thought that Peters crowd had gone back to town!"