The red-haired man in the boat rowed nearer and nearer to the sandy point in Lake Sagatook. He did not seem to see the two small boys who were so anxiously waiting for him. "What's he doing?" asked Laddie, for the man now and then would stop rowing and handle something he had in front of him. "He's fishing," said Russ. "I can see his pole." Laddie saw it too, a moment later. The man in the boat was a fisherman. Pretty soon he was near enough for the boys to call to him. "Hey!" exclaimed Russ. "Have you got 'em?" He supposed, of course, that the man would know what he was talking about. And so it might seem, for the man made answer: "Well, I had 'em but I lost 'em. But I'll get 'em again." "Oh, daddy will be so glad!" cried Laddie. "Did you lose 'em out of your coat?" The man looked up quickly. "Lose 'em out of my coat? Why, no," he said. "I lost 'em off my hook--two of the biggest fish I've caught this day! But I'll get 'em back--or some just like 'em which will be as good. Hello, youngsters," he added with a smile. "Do you live at Mrs. Bell's place?" "We're just visiting her," explained Russ. "She's our grandma. We're the six little Bunkers." "Oh, ho!" exclaimed the man with a laugh. "That's so--there are six of you! I can see now," and he looked beyond Russ and Laddie to where Rose, Vi, Margy and Mun Bun were playing on the sandy point and having lots of fun. "But are you fond of fishing, that you ask if I lost 'em?" the man went on. "If you please," replied Russ, "we didn't mean to ask about your fish, though we're sorry you lost any. But have you daddy's papers?" "Daddy's papers? I don't know what you mean," the man said. "Aren't you a lumberman?" asked Laddie, not liking to use the name "tramp," as the man, though he did have on a ragged coat, did not seem like the lazy wanderers who prowl about the country asking for food but not wanting to work. "No, I'm not a lumberman," said the man. "What makes you ask that?" "Well, you look like the lumberman--only he was a tramp--that my father gave a ragged coat to," went on Russ. "And there were real estate papers in the coat, and daddy wants 'em back." "Ha! Is that so?" asked the man, "Well, I'm sorry but I don't know anything about 'em. I never saw your father that I know of, though I do know Mrs. Bell. I live on the other side of the lake. But I come over here fishing once in a while." "And haven't you daddy's papers?" asked Laddie. "No, I'm sorry to say I haven't." "But you have red hair," went on the little boy. "Yes, my hair is red all right," laughed the man, as he ran his hand through the fiery curls on his head. "My hair is very red. Sometimes I wish it wasn't so red. But it's of no use to worry about it, I suppose. But what has my red hair to do with your father's papers?"