The boys were still a hundred feet or more away from the habitation when the man reappeared at the doorway. On catching sight of the newcomers he uttered a sudden cry of dismay, and then disappeared like a flash, banging the cabin door shut behind him. "Evidently he's not very sociable," remarked Luke, dryly. "I guess he doesn't want any visitors." Advancing to the door, Phil knocked loudly. "Go away from here! I don't want to see any of you!" cried a heavy voice from within. "Go away, I tell you!" "Open the door, please. I want to speak with you," answered Phil, as calmly as he could. "I won't talk to you! I don't want any one around this place!" came angrily from within the cabin. "Go away, or I'll shoot!" "Say, I don't like this!" cried Shadow, in a low voice. "I guess we had better get out," and he started to retreat, followed by Luke and Ben. Phil, however, stood his ground, and not to desert their chum, Dave and Roger did the same. "We are not going to molest you," called out Phil, after several seconds of silence. "All I want to do is to talk to you." "I won't talk to anybody, I tell you! Go away! If you don't I'll use a shotgun on you!" returned the man in the cabin. "Aren't you Mr. Lester Lawrence?" demanded Phil. "What's that?" And now the voice of the man showed sudden interest. "I say: Aren't you Mr. Lester Lawrence?" repeated Phil. "Who said I was Lester Lawrence?" demanded the man, suspiciously. "If you are, I must talk to you. I am Phil Lawrence, your nephew." "Phil Lawrence!" the boys outside heard the man mutter to himself. "Phil Lawrence? Oh, it can't be!" Then he raised his voice: "You are trying to play some trick on me," he shouted. "It isn't any trick," put in Dave. "This young man here is Philip Lawrence, and he is looking for his uncle, Lester Lawrence. He has good news for him." "Good news? I can't believe it! It is some trick. I want you all to go away." "Uncle Lester, it isn't any trick. I am Phil, your nephew. I want to talk to you. I've got the best kind of news for you; something that you'll be glad to hear. Won't you please open the door and let me talk to you?" "It's a trick, I know it's a trick," came from the man, in almost a whine. Nevertheless, he advanced toward the door, and with trembling hands threw off the bolt that had been shot into place. Then, with great caution, he opened the door several inches and peered out. "Who says he is Philip Lawrence?" he questioned, sharply. "I am, Uncle Lester," announced the shipowner's son. "Don't you remember me? You used to think the world and all of me some years ago, when you lived across the street from us." The man opened the door a little wider, and gazed sharply into Phil's face. Then his manner seemed to change, and, allowing the door to swing wide open, he tottered back and sank down on a bench. "It's Phil--little Phil, sure enough," he murmured. "How in the world did you come to follow me to this faraway place?"