"I'll see him and ask him," decided Grandpa Martin.

It was two days after this--two days during which the Curlytops had
much fun at Cherry Farm--that Grandpa Martin spoke at dinner one
afternoon.

"I saw Mr. Crittendon," he said, "and he told me that he had seen you
Curlytops at the store and mentioned the tramps on Star Island." "Are
they really there?" asked Jan eagerly.

"Well, they might have been. But we won't let them bother us if we go
camping. I'll make them clear out. Most of that island belongs to me,
and the rest to friends of mine. They'll do as I say, and we'll clear
out the tramps."

"I hope you will, Grandpa," said Janet.

"Did Mr. Crittendon say anything about the queer blue light Jan and
Ted saw?" asked Grandma Martin.

"No, he hadn't seen that."

"Where did the tramps come from? And is he sure they weren't gypsies?"
asked Jan's mother.

"No, they weren't gypsies. We don't often see them around here. Oh, I
imagine the tramps were the regular kind that go about the country in
summer, begging their way. They might have found a boat and gone to
the island to sleep, where no constable would trouble them.