"You've guessed it," grinned Billy Musgrove.
"Well, how on earth, or how on snow, did you manage to find us?" asked Nat Wingate, with interest.
Musgrove laughed. It was a particularly loud and irritating laugh. He threw back his head and laughed again, although none of the boys could quite understand what there was to excite his merriment.
"It was this way," he began.
"Hold on, Billy; I'll tell it," broke in Tim Sladder. "Get out, Bowser. You see, pop told me all about your coming to the hotel, an' he says—"
Another laugh came from Billy Musgrove.
"An' he says, 'I told 'em whereabouts to go—Lake Wolverine. But them fellers, says I, ain't no hunters. If they don't get chewed up by wolves or wildcats, or get froze, or lost in the woods, or if something don't happen to 'em, I miss my guess, an'—'"
"I call that pretty cool," interrupted Hackett, in fierce tones.
Tim Sladder went on, "You must be the long-legged feller pop spoke about. He—"
"Is it cold up there?" blurted out Musgrove, with another laugh.