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"How can we find out?" "Might go up, ring the doorbell, and ask," suggested Snap, with a grin. "Excuse me, I don't want to walk into any wildcat's hotel," was Whopper's answer. "I heard of a fellow who did that once, and when he came out he was still on the inside." "Still on the inside?" repeated Jed Sanborn. "Yes -inside the wildcats," and this answer made the old hunter roar loudly.
"Why, that bear might have killed us all while we slept!" "It's queer he didn't visit us," put in Giant. "I don't know but what he did," said Snap. "Perhaps he woke me up and then ran away. I certainly heard something or felt something." "This is enough to give one the creeps," was Whopper's comment. "I don't want to sleep where there are bears to crawl over one."
"Coming down pretty thick, too, I can tell you!" "I allowed it was going to snow before nightfall," answered Jed Sanborn. "I'll take a look at the sky myself." As a man who spent nearly all of his life out of doors, he was keenly interested in the weather at all times. He studied the sky carefully for several minutes and then shook his head. "What do you think?" was Whopper's query.
Then as the sky grew dark, they looked out on the square for the last of the masked figures. It had disappeared. Less than quarter of an hour after the celebration at the public square Snap and his three chums met at Whopper's back gate. They were minus their tall hats and gloves, but still wore a portion of their grotesque outfits. "Hurry up," said Whopper, and led the way to a carriage house.
"Here is where the Ham Spink crowd stole our boat," said Snap, indicating the spot. "Phew! and what a time we did have on the lake afterwards," was Whopper's comment. "Say, I can't understand yet why some of us weren't drowned." "Don't make so much noise," said Shep. "We'll never get any game if you keep on talking." After that they went on a distance of a hundred yards in perfect silence.
"She arrived in this country when she was about sixteen years of age, coming with an uncle, who was her guardian. My uncle's name was Pierre Dunrot, and he was by profession a teacher of ancient history." "No wonder you always get your history lessons so easily," was Whopper's comment. "It must run in the blood." "You keep quiet, Whopper, and let Giant tell us about this money," interposed Snap.
He was so upset over the loss of his watch he could think of nothing else. The boys passed over the money -that is, Shep did, for he had been appointed treasurer of the expedition. Then, after a few words more, the young hunters hurried back through the orchard to where they had left their rowboat among the bushes. "Gosh! what a mean man!" was Whopper's comment.
"You have gotten into Whopper's story-bag, Giant, and it won't do." "Oh, I was fooling!" said Whopper. "We are going to have a peach of a time. We are going to strike an old lodge in the wood -some an old hermit once lived in -and find a big pot of gold under the " "Bay window, near the well, just across the corner from the barber shop, next to the school," broke in Shep.
"To take that money after what we did to catch that negro." "It isn't likely that he'll get his gold watch back," said Giant. "That nigger will shake the dust of this locality from his feet as fast as he can." "More than likely he belongs in some big city," was Whopper's comment.
Then those on the boat continued to call and soon they made out their chum, swimming desperately some yards away. "Come this way," said Shep. "I -I -can't swim! I've got -a -a chill!" was the despairing answer. Hearing this, both Snap and Shep lost not a moment in going to Whopper's assistance. He was on the point of going down when they caught hold of him and brought him over to the rowboat.
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