"Frank's getting stranger than ever," remarked Ned, as the former left
Ned's house where the four chums were talking that evening. "I wonder if
he doesn't want to go?"
"I guess he'd like to, if he could," Bart replied.
"Do you know anything about this Mr. Hardman?" asked Fenn.
"Only what I've heard," Bart answered. "He came to the hotel about a week
ago. Seems to have plenty of money. Treated me very nicely, but, somehow
I don't like him, and I can't give any reason for it."
"Did you get the grub with the money he gave you?" asked Ned.
"Yes."
The next morning the three chums went to the hotel. They found Mr.
Hardman waiting for them.
"On time I see," he remarked, as Bart introduced Ned and Fenn. "It's just
the morning for a nice long tramp. I hope you boys are good walkers."
"I guess we can keep up with you," Bart replied, and they started off.
CHAPTER X
MR. HARDMAN'S QUEER ACT
It was about five miles from the hotel to where the corduroy road began
to wend a tortuous way through the big woods back of the town of
Darewell. It was the same road over which the chums had traveled the time
they went camping just before the previous Thanksgiving, during which
excursion they had shot considerable game.
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