"No! I guess not. The shock must have been terrible."
"What do you think about that bonfire, anyway?"
"Give it up."
Early next morning, the "Speedy" was again headed for Promontory, and, aided by a strong breeze, reached it in a short time.
Almost immediately the boys were scrambling up the cliff. They arrived at the top much out of breath, very dusty, and also very eager.
Sitting in front of the cabin was a short, stout man with a full beard whom neither had ever seen before. He was calmly smoking a pipe.
Both boys immediately noticed a great pile of charred sticks—remains of the huge bonfire of the night before.
At the sight of visitors, the man jumped to his feet.
"Well, well," he said, gruffly; "in a powerful big hurry, boys, ain't ye? Wait till you get yer breath." He waved his hand and reseated himself. "Ever been up here before?"
"Sure," answered Sam; "and it's the first time we ever met anybody. Hello! The cabin's fixed up in great shape, eh, Tommy? New door and window, besides a whole lot of patching."