“I don’t believe he will,” said Tom. “I guess he was just walking around, and when he saw the motorboat it sort of frightened him. I don’t suppose there’s ever been a craft like this on the lake before, and the old man may have imagined it was some sort of infernal machine. He came at us if he was going to throw us all overboard.” “He’s a fierce character,” declared Bert. “The less we see of him the better.” “And you don’t catch me monkeying around any mysterious old mill, if a fellow like that lives in it,” added Dick. “You said he had a gun, too, didn’t you, Tom?” asked Jack. “That’s what I heard, but maybe it’s a mistake. He didn’t have one this time, anyhow.” The boys discussed their odd experience as they motored along, and soon they were back where they had left their camp stuff. It had not been disturbed, and there was no sign that the hermit had taken a short cut through the woods to get to their location, as Tom had half feared he might do. “Now to get busy!” exclaimed our hero as they landed at the improvised dock. “There’s lots to do. In the first place we’ll have an election.” “What for?” asked Jack. “To choose a cook. We’ve got to eat, and some one has to cook. We’ll take turns at it.” They selected a cook by the simple process of drawing lots, and the choice fell upon Dick, who made a wry face about it. “What’s the matter?” asked Tom, with a laugh. “I can’t cook a little bit,” was the answer. “Oh, sure you can,” declared Jack. “Anyhow we’ve only got canned stuff so far, and you can read the directions and go by them. Start in now and get us up a meal. I’m hungry.” “So am I!” came in a chorus from the other two. “Well, if I’ve got to cook, you fellows have to get wood and water,” declared Dick. “That’s one of the rules of this camp.” “All right,” agreed Jack, “only we won’t need wood with our oil stove. I’ll get you water though,” and he started toward the spring with a pail. While Dick was getting out the food, and lighting the stove, Tom and Bert opened the tents and got ready to set them up. They also laid out their stores, and planned how they would arrange the camp. When Jack came back with the water he helped at this work and soon one tent was set up. “Dinner!” called Dick, after fussing about the stove for some time. “What are you going to give us?” asked Tom. “And what are we going to eat from?” asked Jack. “Where’s your table cloth? Set out the knives and forks.” “Table! Table cloth!” exclaimed Dick with a grunt. “Say, if you think this is a summer hotel you’ve got another guess coming. I’ve broken out the dishes, and knives, forks and spoons. You can use your lap or a log for a table, though we charge ten cents extra for logs. The money goes to found a home for aged cooks.” “Never mind about that!” exclaimed Tom. “Just give us some grub and we’ll do the rest.” “Where’s the bill of fare?” asked Jack. “I’m particular about what I eat.”