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"They've been cooking and sleeping here, and
not so very long ago, either. It wouldn't be such a bad place if
it was cleaned out."
"That's right," agreed Jackson. "Wouldn't mind camping here
myself, if there was any fishing near."
"The river can't be far away," suggested Tom. "And now let's
see what we can find, and see if we can get a line on who has
been here. But first we'll let in a little light."
He opened a window in the sleeping room, and pushed back the
heavy plank shutter that had been closed. When the light entered
it was seen that both bunks bore evidence of having been lately
slept in. The blankets were tossed back, as if the occupants had
risen, and in the outer room, on the stove, were signs that
indicated a meal had been served not many days gone by.
"Now," observed Tom musingly, as he wandered about the place,
"if we could only find out who owns this, and who has been here
lately--"
Jackson stooped over, and, thrusting aside an end of the
blankets that trailed on the floor from one of the bunks, picked
up something.


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