"That's what he did," replied the hunter. "He led me right here, and I can tell you I was a bit scared when I saw you floundering in the snow. I'm glad you're all right."
"Sure we're all right!" cried Sammy, "and I'd like to go to the old house right away, and find out what all those things mean. If that is a counterfeiting den we can have the men arrested; can't we?" he asked.
Mr. Jessup laughed.
"Well, Sammy," he said, "of course if there are counterfeiters here they ought to be taken in, I s'pose. But I never heard of any, and there's been no bad money circulating around Pine Island or Fairview, as far as I know."
"I told him they weren't counterfeiting things," said Frank.
"You just wait!" exclaimed Sammy, mysteriously. He was sure his find was going to turn out big this time.
"Well, we'd better get back to the cabin and prepare to look into this thing," suggested the hunter. "I want to think it over a bit. By the way, was there any sign of anybody having been in that room lately?"
"You couldn't tell—the bed looked as if it had been slept in," said Bob. "But there must have been someone hiding there, or else how could he have shot at us?"
Mr. Jessup shook his head.
"I'll admit it's a puzzle, so far," he said. "But after I see it I may be able to explain it all. Come along."
They headed back for the cabin, the boys talking on the way of the many things that had happened since coming to Pine Island. Mr. Jessup said he had heard no special news in Fairview. He had not sent any word to the parents of the three chums, fearing they would worry about the boys staying alone all night.
"And it turned out better that I did not," he said.
They were Hearing the cabin of Camp Mystery, and Mr.
