come to the place any more. It was in a dilapidated condition, and the snow had driven in through the broken-out window and open doorway.
"Not a very cheerful place," observed Dave, as he led the way inside. "Let us light a torch, so we can see things."
They procured several pine sticks and soon had them lit, and holding these aloft surveyed the scene. All was very much as it had been during their former visit.
"Nothing new, so far as I can see," was Roger's comment.
"Here are some footprints in the snow," came from Messmer. "We didn't make those."
"Those are the footprints of some animal!" cried Dave. "Maybe there's a bear here after all." He smiled as he made the remark.
"Looks to me more like the tracks of a horse," answered Henshaw. "Maybe somebody came over here from the shore on horseback."
"You want to be careful—it may be a wild beast after all," observed Shadow, nervously.
At that moment came a queer sound from outside of the cabin, which caused all of the lads to start. Messmer, who had the best of the torches, dropped it, leaving them almost in darkness.
"Why, I declare" began Dave, when a form darkened the doorway and the next instant a big, bony mule entered the old cabin and stood
