AN EXPLORING TRIP
After breakfast next morning the “Gray Gull” was run closer inshore. A favorable spot for anchorage was found, doing away with the necessity for using the dory. Each boy was able to leap across to a jutting point. Then, jolly and enthusiastic, they began to walk along the shore.
Often they stopped to gaze upward at the gigantic cliffs, or to admire the masses of rich green vegetation or broad expanse of river, now a greenish-gray, for the sun was hidden.
Around a bend they saw a cabin built at the base of the cliff.
“That must be it,” said Bob.
“Hooray!” cried Tom. “Say, fellows, I like that chap, Redfern.”
“But what a funny idea, living out here, all alone,” commented Fred.
“Oh, I don’t know. I was always going to do something of the kind, myself,” said Joe, and the others laughed in such a lively fashion that it brought the occupant of the cabin to the door.
“Welcome, boys,” he said, with a smile. “Come in and make yourselves at home.”
So the boys trooped in, took seats on anything they could find, and looked about with interest.