The Outdoor Chums at Cabin Point; Or, The Golden Cup Mystery

outed Bluff as he

they plainly heard a voice

ouble. Bluff, remembering the ospreys, pictured him lying at the foot of a tall tree with perhaps one of his legs bro

arry poor Will back to the cabin. He even went further and considered the question as to how they could take him

that the voice came from up in the air, and henc

others, "but it wasn't so easy to creep down again. Perhaps he dropped the rope

an see one of the fish-hawks flying over that t

he ought to get on that side of the nest in order to make a fine picture. So he climbed up and settled

d to know our chum hasn't gone and broken a leg; for besides the pai

tanding about forty or fifty feet to the west of the one in which

lowermost limb. And Frank, remembering his theory, on looking at the base of the tree discovered that the rope loop did lie

of the cocoanut islands. But later on, after getting his long delayed pictures of the old osprey feeding i

hough able to climb an ordinary tree if pushed. He always claimed that he could go up any k

hat would take him in safety to the ground, they never knew. Will felt a little ashamed to

that unless he pocketed his pride, he stood a chance of spending many gloomy

down easily enough, I think, Frank," he cal

nk told him. "The easiest way to do is for one of us to run back to the cabin and fetch our rope. W

d for the rescue work. He was gone only a short time, during which Frank asked a few questions, and learned that Will believ

e rope over the limb, and within reach of the straddling boy. It proved

hey knew he would positively refuse to budge an inch unless his tr

Will prepared to trust hi

of each grip as you go. There, you're al

want to burn your hands,

st act was to snatch up his camera and look it over, sighin

ck home," Frank advised him, and the

the top of the tall tree next to the one containing the fish-hawks'

"but after an hour or so this let up. Then came one of the ospreys with a big fish in its claws, and I began to get b

r on that his success was all the heart of any ambitious amateur photographer could wish for. And indeed, when the exposed films w

h more interesting and profitable than hunting with a gun. In the one case all the result consisted of game that was soon ea

evening as they sat around the rough table enjoying the supper Jerry had prepared;

itted Bluff, who was unusually fond of eggs, "fried, boiled, scr

a new lot, and perhaps some fresh mil

place," explained Frank, "and that belongs to the man they call a herm

upplies from him, I should say!" grumbled J

ying a visit to Aaron, I hope you will choose me to

bbed owner of the Dennison estate he might be along with his camera. And seeing thi

inside of five miles. It's only hearsay with us, you remember. If we should manage to get friendly with Aaro

d, which he meant to work out on the following day. Frank suspected as much, though he rea

learn if it passed through the estate of Aaron Dennison waved their

t emptied into the bay, they turned their backs o

a foraging one, with fresh eggs and butter in view; or is it that you just hope t

winding creek for nearly half an hour. Such difficulties as crossed their path had been easily ov

out this mysterious Mr. Dennison. I've heard a lot of queer things about his doings. He has a pretty fine place away up here, but keeps it surround

wolf dogs that would make a jump for stra

o think of nearly everything, "and no one could remember ever seein

astiff," admitted Bluff, "though for my part I've always liked all bre

ked Frank, with a ring of

strung across where the creek comes out under it, so even a fox

to be a board loose where we can slip through. That would be

t. It required only a small amount of agility to pass through the opening, afte

ouse, which was half hidden amidst dense foli

the two boys strode, and Frank without he