"We'll go if we can," said Frank.
Sammy Brown seemed to be thinking deeply on some subject.
The boys said good-bye and went out into the storm. The snow was still coming down, and they wanted to play in it—to make balls to toss at one another, to roll in it, to jump over and into the drifts, to roll big balls as the foundation for a snow house.
There was nothing more they could do for Mrs. Blake, she said, and she would soon start for home herself. So Sammy, Bob and Frank hurried away, promising to call on the lady to whose aid they had come.
"Are you really going?" asked Frank of his chums, as they walked on through the snow. "I mean to her house?"
"Of course we are!" cried Sammy. "I want to meet her brother the hunter; don't you?"
"I guess it would be nice," agreed Frank.
"Nice!" cried Sammy. "Say, I guess you don't know what might happen if we went to see him; do you?"
"You mean we might shoot a bear or a deer?" laughed Frank.
"No, I don't mean anything like that, for now there aren't any such things on Pine Island. But you know we never have been up at the far end of the island, and we might find"
"Oh, I know what he's going to say!" cried Frank, as he threw a snowball at a boy going down the street. "You're thinking we can find some treasure there; eh, Sammy?"
"Well, we might!" insisted Sammy, not minding the laughs of his chums. "That part of the island is lonely enough for treasure. But I had another idea."
"Say, you're full of 'em to-day!" remarked Bob.
"Let's hear it," suggested Frank.
