“House!  Where?” asked Rand.

“There, among the trees.  It is covered with bark so you would hardly notice it.”

“Oh, yes, looks like a big tree,” said Jack.  “Must be a hermit.”

“But I thought hermits always lived in caves,” demurred Pepper.

“Well, here is one that doesn’t,” replied Jack.

“Let’s go and see him,” suggested Rand.

“I don’t think we had better,” doubted Pepper.  “If he’s a hermit he doesn’t want visitors, and maybe he is an outlaw.”

“An outlaw,” laughed Jack.  “What have you been reading lately?”

“Why, there ain’t ‘no sich things,’ at least around here,” added Rand.

“Well,” persisted Pepper, “there’s no use rushing into things you don’t know anything about, and besides we want something to eat first.”

“Pepper wants to make sure of his dinner, whatever happens,” said Rand.

“Somebody else thinks the same way, too, from the smoke up there.”

“Smoke, where?” asked Donald.

“Up there on the top of the mountain,” replied Rand.  “See that haze floating away.”

“I thought that was a cloud,” said Jack.  “I wonder what it means?”

“That some hunters are making a fire to cook with,” volunteered Donald.

“Of course that is it,” agreed Rand.  “You can always depend upon old Solomon to knock the romance out of anything.”

“Well, I don’t know,” continued Jack.  “It looks queer to me.”

“Oh, everything looks queer to you,” argued Donald.  “You are always seeing mysteries.”

“Yes,” retorted Jack, “and you can’t see them until they come up to you and hit you over the head.  I’ve got more than half a notion to go there and see what it is.  Any of you want to go?”

“Not I,” replied Rand.  “It’s a good two miles up there, if it is one, and my curiosity isn’t strong enough to carry me that far.”

“Nor I,” added Donald.  “I can find all the trouble I want without going to the top of the mountain hunting for more.”

“Trouble,” said Jack.  “Now, who said anything about trouble?”

By this time they had reached the shore and, jumping out of the boat, dragged it up on the beach.

“Now,” called Rand, when they had landed, “who wants to be cook?  Don’t all speak at once.”

“I’ll do it,” volunteered Jack, “but—­”

“Say no more,” interjected Rand, “we couldn’t do worse and Don is almost as bad.  I reckon, Pepper, it must be you or I.”

“If we don’t want to starve,” agreed the boy.

“If you and Jack will clean the fish and Don will bring the water and wash the dishes I’ll do the cooking,” went on Rand.  “Is that fair?”

“That’s fair, all right,” agreed the others.

“All right, then,” ordered Rand, “get busy.”

While Jack and Pepper were getting the fish ready, Rand brought the stove from the boat, set it up and had it burning, and the pan hot by the time Pepper came with the first installment of fish.