Young Hunters of the Lake; or, Out with Rod and Gun

on?" repeated Mr. Spink, coming after the

" replied Snap, afte

t ab

a mean trick," put in W

affair was a thing o

on was not to blame s

d a string of

Mr. Spink," spoke up

Carl Dudder, played

hem!--you mus

thing," said Whopper. "But

e with him for i

" demanded the rich man. "I don't s

'll leave us al

you accus

hem," came from Giant. "We are pretty sure the fellows were Ham and Carl. When we went afte

was full of knots," gr

ch the fellows who di

ust because you know I will not permit you to come here to swim. Now clear out, and be quick about it,--and don't ever c

when Mr. Spink was out of hearing. "A person ca

or Ham first, last and all

railroad depot they came in sight of a familiar figure ahead of them. It was the old hunter, Jed Sanborn, and he ca

ut Snap, and ran for

r, turning around and halting. "Ready to go

. "But we are going out

have as good a time as ye had

rom Whopper. "I've heard there were about a million s

ty feet long, and so thick ye have to wade through 'em up to your knees. Ha ha

thinking of camping up there, and, of course,

nor there be around Lake Firefly an' in the mountains whar I hang out. Narsac may have a few more rattlers, an'

truly a ghost?" que

t believe in them,

do ye ask about 'em?" demanded t

and Shep coul

see the ghos

did, m

cried

look like?" d

morning, an' I was fishing from a little island near the upper end o' the lake. All to once I h

ou see?" asked

r I was in a mighty lonely spot. All to once, something cried out, 'He's dead! He's dead!' I looked around, but I couldn't see a soul. 'Who is thar?' I called. Then I heard a strange whistle, an a

d Snap, and his voi

seemed to be lost like in a smoke, I was scared an' I don't deny it. Just then I felt a big tug on my line an' I pulled in a

hink it was?"

r the life

that voice, or was that

hunter, positively. "I heard thet voice jest as plain as

r," mused Snap. "You sa

wa

ts were white," put

man?" as

Jed Sanborn. "Oh, it was a sure ghost, no two ways o

ses near the lake?

much on account of the rough rocks in the stream flowing into Narsac. If you take a boat you may have to tote it a good bit--an

ed by the estate of a New England millionaire who had died four years before. In settling the estate the heirs ha

ye go up thar, ye won't have no Andrew Felps cha

e the ghost chasing

go somewhere else," sugges

afraid of ghosts

o go somewhere where we would

ac, ghosts or no ghosts!

promptly. "If Whopper

demanded Whopper. "If you go so will I, ev

ame from little Giant. "It's s

ar that voice and see that yellow thing--well, I rec