However it was, the thing petered out, and the old shack hasn't
been used since."
"Oh, yes, it has!" exclaimed Tom. "We just came from there, and
there are signs which show some one has been sleeping there and
eating there."
"There has!" exclaimed the farmer. "Well, I didn't know that."
"I did," said his son, a young man about Tom's age. "I meant to
speak of it the other day. I saw an automobile turn into the old
road that the men used when they built the shack. I thought it
was kind of queer to see a touring car turn in there, and I meant
to speak of it, but I forgot. Yes, some one has been at the old
cabin lately."
"Do you know who they are?" asked Tom eagerly. "We are looking
for a Mr. Nestor, who disappeared mysteriously about two weeks
ago, and I just found his wallet there in the shack!"
"You did!" exclaimed Mr. Bloise. "That's queer! You relatives
of this Mr. Nestor?" he asked.
"Not exactly," Tom answered. "Just very close friends."
"Well, it's too bad about his being missing in that way," went
on the farmer. "I read about it in the paper, but I never
suspected he was around here.
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