CHAPTER XVII.
DICK MAKES FISH TALK "That's the longest eight miles I've ever done," muttered Hazelton.
"The map is wrong.

It's a hundred and eight," affirmed Dave.
"No matter, if the trip turns out to have been wisely planned," remarked Dick, a wistful look coming into his eyes.

"Of course, I may have overshot the mark." "That's a chance we had to take," declared Dave promptly.

"We won't be disappointed if we find that we haven't made such a big move, after all." The three high school boys had halted in the shade of some trees by the highway.

A quarter of a mile away, around the head of the body of water known as the third lake, stood a handsome hotel, the St.Clair Lake House.
It was now nearly nine o'clock in the morning.