CHAPTER
III.—ON THE ISLAND WITH THE BAD NAME
VIII.—AN UNWELCOME DISCOVERY
X.—THE BUILDER OF THE STRANGE CABIN
XI.—WHAT HAPPENED ON THE SECOND NIGHT
XII.—A BOLD PLAN
XIII.—UNSEEN PERILS THAT HOVERED NEAR
XVI.—THE LAST CAMP FIRE ON CATAMOUNT ISLAND
"And so Herb Benson dared you, Max, you say?"
"That's what he did, Steve."
"To camp on Catamount Island?"
"And stay there a full week. He said that even if we did have nerve enough to make the try, he'd give us just one solitary night to hang out there!"
"Huh! just because Herb and his old club got scared nearly to death a while ago by some silly noise they thought was a ghost, they reckon every fellow is built on the same plan, don't they, Max?"
"I guess that's what they do, Steve."
"So they challenge us to make a camp, and stick it out, do they? What did you tell Herb? Oh, I hope you just took him up on the spot!"
"Well, I said I'd put it up to the rest of the chums, my cousin, Owen Hastings, Toby Jucklin, Bandy-legs Griffin, and yourself."
"Count me in as ready to accept the dare. Why, I'd start this blessed minute if I had my way, Max!"
"I know you would, because you're always so quick to flare up. That's why th