"Love letter?" inquired Dave, pleasantly.
"Not yet," smiled Bob. Then he added, with some animation: "Look at that!"
His chums did as requested, and saw written in a clear, bold hand, "Robert Somers, Kingswood;—Personal."
"Something's up there," laughed Dave; "better see what it is."
Without hesitation, Bob tore open the envelope, glanced at the letter and gave a whistle of astonishment.
"Goodness!" he exclaimed. "What can this mean?"
"Robert Somers, President Rambler Club:
"Dear Sir:—If you will take the trouble to walk through the woods to the river, you will find, at Lloyd's Clearing, something that may interest you. Do not delay."
The communication was unsigned.
The three boys looked at each other in astonishment.