"Now I'll show you another spot which may prove better," said the
hunter.
They turned one end of Firefly Lake and came up on the other shore.
Suddenly Whopper gave a cry:
"That looks good!"
"So it does," answered Shep. "Jed, is that the spot you had in mind?"
"It is, my lad."
"Is there a spring handy?"
"Yes; right behind the big rock to the left---the purest water in
these parts, so I always thought."
They lost no time in going ashore, running the rowboat up into a tiny
cove, where an overhanging rock acted as a dock. There was a small,
cleared space between the tall trees, and to one side grew a clump of
trees in something of a semi-circle. Snap ran forward to investigate.
"Why, Jed, what does this mean!"
"Here is a shack already!"
"Some other hunters must have been here!"
"I was here last season, with two gentlemen from New York," explained
the hunter. "I built that shack fer 'em. You can use it until
you put up something better---that is, if you decide to stay here."
"Let us stay by all means!" cried Shep, gazing around.
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