"Do you know, fellows, in the stress and excitement of the past few
days, we have never given a thought to the adventure of the lumberjack's
boarding house, and the map that was bequeathed me by the old man just
before he died? I wonder if there isn't some way we can dope out what
the rest of it was. And while I'm asking questions, here are two more.
What became of the tramps, and who was it that so carefully fixed up the
shack at the deserted logging camp?"

"That's quite a bundle of questions, Phil," said Garry with a laugh. "To
try and answer the first one, I am afraid that it is impossible. All we
have to go on is that you start somewhere from the mouth of some small
ravine. There is no telling how many small ravines there are in the
State of Maine. Guess that is just a mysterious page in our book of
adventures. As for the tramps, the fact that they were in this part of
the country at all, points to just one theory, and that is, that having
jumped bail, they are making tracks for the boundary line, thus getting
themselves out of the country, so there will be less danger, if any, of
their being captured and brought to trial. As for the last question,
that too is a mystery, but there is one thing we can do, if you want to
postpone your trip to the lake for two or three days, that is, solve the
mystery. What's the vote?"

"I'm for solving a mystery any day in preference to fishing. We can
fish almost anytime, and the lakes will keep, but we don't have a nice
mystery served up on a silver platter everyday," announced Dick.

"That's my vote," agreed Phil.

"Then the question seems to be carried. The chair will now entertain a
motion for the mode of procedure," announced Garry in a parliamentary
tone.

The boys reflected for a moment or two, and then a suggestion was
offered by Phil.

"Seems to me that the only way to do anything is to keep watch there for
a while. We could take turns at it, while the other two took hikes or
did a little hunting. We could take it in half day shifts, for it isn't
very far from here."

"That seems the only feasible thing to do, but how could we keep watch
without the person or persons who inhabit that place discovering our
presence?" asked the practical Garry.

"There's one way out of that difficulty," offered Dick, "and that is to
effect an entrance to the big bunkhouse, and rig up some sort of a
peephole, and keep watch of the place in that manner. It is unlikely
that place woul