older boys, set off on the ice-boat. It was a fine sunny day, though cold, and there was a good wind, so they were only a comparatively short time in getting to the upper end of Pine Island. As they neared the dock in front of the cabin where Mr. Jessup had his camp, Sammy and his chums kept a bright lookout. None of them admitted as much, but they were all thinking they might see the mysterious hermit. "There's your friend, I guess," said Jed, as the ice-boat came up into the wind, and headed for the dock. "That's Mr. Jessup waving to you. I know him." A tall man, with a gun under his arm, was standing on the edge of the little pier that extended out into the frozen lake. "Yes, that's him," said Sammy, who knew the hunter from the way in which Mrs. Blake had described her brother. "I wish we were you chaps," spoke Jim Eaton. "You'll have no end of good times here." [Pg 61] [Pg 61] "That's what they will," added Hank. But neither they, nor Sammy and his chums, dreamed of the queer, as well as good, times in store. The ice-boat came to a stop, the three small boys got off, and the craft veered away again. "Well, boys, glad to see you!" called Mr. Jessup, cordially as he met them. "Welcome to Camp Mystery!" [Pg 62] [Pg 62] CHAPTER VIII THE OLD MANSION CHAPTER VIII THE OLD MANSION Sammy Brown and his chums looked queerly at one another. Then they glanced at Mr. Jessup. He smiled as he peered at them from under his shaggy eyebrows.
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