"Yes. We thought it would be a good day for it."
"Yeah, pretty fair day for hikin'," agreed Mr. Stummer, glancing at the sky to make sure. "Where you thinkin' of goin'?"
"Oh, we don't know. Just around the country."
"Yeah? Not goin' down by the old mill, are you?"
"Turner's old mill?" asked Joe. "Down by the deserted road?"
"That's the place. Down by the river."
"Well, we hadn't thought particularly about going down there. Why do you ask?"
The straw waggled more violently than ever. Mr. Stummer took a long drag at the pipe, which was in imminent danger of going out.
"Oh, I dunno," he said, with a reflective sigh. "Just thought I'd say somethin' about it. I wouldn't go down there if I was you."
"Why not?" inquired Frank. "I know the place is deserted and it's almost falling down, but we can keep out of danger, can't we?"
"It ain't deserted now."
"What do you mean?"
"There's three fellows running the mill now. Funny fellows they are. Been there for a couple of weeks."
The boys looked at one another in surprise. Turner's flour mill was located on a wild part
