"So there is!" cried Sam, with interest. "But say—come on—let's scurry around a bit."
WITH THEIR GUNS TIGHTLY CLASPED THEY STARTED
Bob, Hackett and Sam procured lanterns. Then, with their guns tightly clasped, they started out. Near the lake, the gusts of wind tore against them with unpleasant violence. Bending over, to escape its full force, they strained their eyes and ears to catch a glimpse or sound of the strange visitor, but their efforts were not rewarded.
"It's back to the fire for me," puffed Sam, at length. "Whew! This cold is awful."
"Hey, did you see anything?" asked Musgrove, eagerly, as they emerged from the darkness.
"Not a thing, 'Mushroom,'" responded Hackett.
"Oh, ho!" said Dave, yawning; "then there's no use making our heads ache about it—I won't, for one."