"No, I don't mean anything like that, for now there aren't any such things on Pine Island. But you know we never have been up at the far end of the island, and we might find——" "Oh, I know what he's going to say!" cried Frank, as he threw a snowball at a boy going down the street. "You're thinking we can find some treasure there; eh, Sammy?" "Well, we might!" insisted Sammy, not minding the laughs of his chums. "That part of the island is lonely enough for treasure. But I had another idea." "Say, you're full of 'em to-day!" remarked Bob. "Let's hear it," suggested Frank. [Pg 30] [Pg 30] "Well, you know there's supposed to be a queer old hermit up at the far end of the island," went on Sammy. "A hermit?" cried Frank. "Yes, a strange old hermit, with a long white beard, and I've heard it said that he has some secret he's trying to hide. If we go there we might find out the secret. Now what do you think of that for an idea?" demanded Sammy, eagerly. [Pg 31] [Pg 31] CHAPTER IV A QUEER SIGHT CHAPTER IV A QUEER SIGHT Sammy's two chums looked strangely at him. He returned their gaze steadily. "Well," he said, defiantly, "it's true! What makes you look at me that way?" "Ha! Ha!" laughed Frank. "He's the same old Sammy, isn't he, Bob?" "That's what he is! Always thinking he's going to find a treasure, and if he can't do that he trots out an old hermit. Go on, Sammy, can't you scare up a ghost while you're at it? The ghost of Pine Island! Go ahead, make up something about that."
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