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Caslette was sitting by a window sewing when the pair appeared. "Why, Will!" she called out and arose. Then she looked at the man. "Can it be possible? Pierre!" And she stood still, staring at her relative. "Yes, it is really Uncle Pierre!" cried Giant. The next moment the man and the woman were kissing each other. Mrs. Caslette was bewildered and it took some time for Giant to tell his story.
His "whoppers" were always so big that everybody recognized them as such instantly. Will Caslette, always called Billy or Giant, was the son of a French widow lady who had come to Fairview on the death of her husband, seven years before. The widow had just enough to live on comfortably, and she took a great pride in her offspring, even though he was so small in stature.
"Well, you don't get it." "Anybody want coffee?" asked Shep. "If so we'll have to start up a fire." "Don't bother to-day. Water is good enough," said Giant, and so they rested in the shade of the trees and ate their sandwiches and a pie Mrs. Caslette had baked for them, washing the food down with water from a handy spring.
"We'll not harm you in the least," said Giant, and now, attracted by something in the strange man's appearance, he went several steps closer. When the small youth of the club spoke the man turned to him. A moment later he started and throw up his hands in surprise. "Who are you, boy? Speak quickly!" he demanded. "I am Will Caslette." "Ha! Where do you come from?"
"Say, but doesn't this beat the Dutch!" "If giant can get this uncle of his to go home perhaps they'll be able to get possession of that fortune of one hundred thousand francs," was Shep's comment. "I hope they can get it, for Mrs. Caslette certainly deserves the money and needs it." Giant continued to talk to the hermit, and gradually the other boys joined in the conversation.
They had their traps stored in that boathouse." "Did those boys come to a camp up here?" asked the tramp, with interest. "Yes." "What were their names?" "Snap Dodge, Shep Reed, a fellow called Whopper Dawson and a little chap named Caslette." "Humph! the very same crowd," muttered Kiddy Leech. "So you played the trick on them, eh? I am glad of it."
Caslette, and the time to start is when they are young." After that the widow said no more, and so it was settled, so far as Giant was concerned. Then the three boys talked the matter over with Whopper's folks, and at last they gave in also, and then the boys danced a regular war-dance in Whopper's back yard, which made even Mrs. Dawson laugh. "Well, boys will be boys," she said.
It seemed that Ham Spink and his cronies had told a terrible tale of being pursued by the ghost, and of hearing awful groans and cries, and this had alarmed Mrs. Caslette very much and also Mrs. Dodge, and both ladies had requested the old hunter to visit the lake and make sure the young hunters were in no trouble. "This lake is gittin' an awful repertation," said Jed Sanborn.
These two boys had two close chums, Charley Dodge, usually called Snap -why nobody could tell -and Will Caslette, known as Giant, because of his small stature. Charley, or Snap, as I shall call him, was the son of one of the richest men of the district, his father owning a part interest in a sawmill and a large summer hotel, besides many acres of valuable forest and farm lands.
"I am anyway," came from Will Caslette, the smallest lad of the four, who had gathered at their usual meeting place in the town where they resided. "Our camping out last summer was immense. If only we have half as much fun this winter!" "We will have, Giant," broke in the boy called Whopper.
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