opposite shore of the lake, where were located several coves and cliffs of rock.
"This is as pretty as the other shore," remarked Songbird. And he began:
"Oh, dreamy days in summer time,
When purling brooks and shady nooks"
"If you start up again I'll jump overboard," interrupted Tom.
"Do so, you need a cooling off," grunted Powell; but that was the end of the poetry for the time being.
They were just passing one of the coves when they caught sight of a man sitting on an over-hanging tree, fishing.
"Hullo, what luck?" cried Fred, good-naturedly.
"Fair," was the somewhat surly answer. Then, as the man caught sight of the others in the boat, he turned his head away.
"That fellow looks familiar to me," ejaculated Sam, in sudden and strong excitement.
"And he looks familiar to me, too," exclaimed Tom.
"Do you think it is Arnold Baxter?"
"If it isn't, it's his double," went on Tom. "Row the boat over quick, boys."
"Who is this Arnold Baxter? The father of Dan Baxter?" questioned Fred.
