t was before their eyes.

"We'll soon settle that matter," observed Frank, once more making a
start.

They did not have far to go, for the half-concealed and wholly
overgrown trail reached the lake close to the wooded cape. Perhaps
long before, when loggers had a camp in that region while felling the
virgin growth of forest, the point of land was a favorite camp with
them. That would account for the trail, and why it had grown up in
recent years.

Once on the ground, they began to look earnestly for signs of the
abandoned cabin which it was hoped would afford them shelter during
their outing. For some little time this search bore no fruit, and Will
was beginning to feel quite disconsolate.

"Looks to me as if it was going to be our job to start a brush shanty
that will give us shelter for a couple of nights till we can put up a
more substantial affair," he told Bluff, who happened to be close to
him, looking to the right and to the left in a vain attempt to be the
first one to make a pleasant discovery.

Will had hardly spoken when they heard a call from Jerry.

"I might have known it was no good trying to beat his sharp eyes out,"
grumbled Bluff, as though really disappointed because he had failed to
locate the cabin.

"What difference does it make who turns the trick?" ventured Will,
looking happy again; "so long as it's done. The end and not the means
is what counts. Hello! Jerry, have you struck pay dirt?"

"Here it is!" came the triumphant answer, and the others hurried
forward, to discover the log structure partly concealed from view by
branches of trees, vines, moss, and every sort of green growth.

"No wonder we couldn't see it easily," expostulated Bluff; "everybody
doesn't happen to have microscopic eyes like Jerry here. I warrant you
now I passed within thirty feet of this spot several times, and never
tumbled to what was so close by."

"One of the first things we'll do, fellows," suggested Frank, "will be
to get busy and cut down a lot of this stuff that keeps us from
having a fine outlook over the bay and the big lake beyond."

"How about the cabin itself?" asked Will. "Seems to me the chimney is
sort of dilapidated on top."

"That can be soon remedied, and I'll take care of it," Frank assured
him. "Then this door is hanging on one rusty hinge; we'll find a way
to stand it up again. Let's step inside and look around a bit; I'm
more anxious about the roof than almost anything else, for that's