"Just what I thought. I'll wager that that person, whoever he or
she is, is as mad as a---a crazy person can be."

"I believe you, and I don't know as I want to go near that cabin
again."

"We ought to tell the authorities about it, though. That person
might kill somebody some day."

"Well, we can tell the police when we go back."

"Could it be some tramp, who is living on farmers' chickens and the
like?"

"It might be. But I think it's somebody who's crazy. A tramp
wouldn't find it any fun to live away out here. Why, it must be
two miles, at least, to the nearest farm."

"More like three."

"Tramps like to stay near the farms and near railroads. No, that's
some kind of a crazy hermit."

Discussing the happening from every point of view, the two lads
trudged on. It was now growing dark rapidly, and they were anxious
to reach Firefly Lake.

"Hope we haven't missed the way," said the doctor's son presently.
"Seems to me we ought to be getting to the river or the lake soon."