CHAPTER XII.
DICK MAKES A FIND "Now, I don't know how it is going to hit the rest of you," remarked Tom Reade, as he put down his coffee cup at the end of the hasty breakfast, "but I'll confess that I'm not wholly keen about solving the puzzle of the lake mystery." "Why not ?" challenged Dave in astonishment.
"It's just like this," Tom went on.

"Solving human riddles is all right in the daytime, but it's likely to spoil our rest at night.

I can't help feeling that last night's Sploderite function was a mark of displeasure over our unwelcome interest in the lake mystery." "Suppose we grant that," Dick answered, "yet how would last night's rascals expect us to connect the bang concert with Tom and Dan's canoe trip and discovery yesterday afternoon ?" "There's something in that idea," Reade admitted.

"The unknowns might hardly expect us to show as much human reasoning power as all that.

Yet I'm of the opinion that we'll continue to rest badly at night as long as we continue to feel any unhealthy curiosity about the lake mystery.