It was plain that he was not aware of the presence of the boys and that all his movements were being keenly watched.
The interest of the boys, however, was speedily increased and in a brief time both were highly excited when they saw Mr. Button take from his pocket a revolver, which he inspected carefully and after he had returned it to its place he at once started toward the house in the distance.
It was the same rude, little shanty in which the boys had found refuge the preceding day. Now, however the sun was shining brightly and the clear waters of the lake were reflecting its beams. There were no signs of life about the house on the shore, but both boys excitedly watched Mr. Button as he made his way across the fields and after a brief time approached the side door of the house and then entered the little building.
“Let’s go up to the house, too,” suggested Fred quickly.
“What for?”
“Why, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t go and if there’s any fun going on we want to be on hand.”
“I’m with you,” said John cordially, and as soon as they had banked their fire both boys started across the open field toward the house in the distance.
“I’m telling you,” said Fred in a low voice, “there’s something going on up in that house.”
“You always make a mountain out of a mole hill.”
“Well, perhaps I do, but I’m sure there’s something doing and they may need us before long.”