“Let’s go down to that place where we saw the boat land the other morning,” returned her companion. “I’d like to look about there a bit.”
“Do you think it is wise?”
“I don’t know about the wisdom of it,” chuckled Chessleigh. “But I do know that I’m not at all satisfied. Some people are here on the island, and I’d like to know where they are.”
“I am afraid we will get into trouble.”
“If it is only that old man——”
“We don’t know that it is. He must be talking to somebody—if that is his voice we hear.”
“Maybe he is only talking to himself. I don’t hear anybody else,” replied the young fellow. “Come on. Let’s see the thing through, now we have started.”
Indeed Ruth wanted to see it through. She was quite as curious as her companion. So she made no further objection.
Pushing through the brush, they climbed carefully down the slope on the outer side of the island. The landing where they had fastened their own boat was on the inner side of the island, while this side fronted the broad expanse of the river.
They could see the hurrying current, glinted here and there by the soft starlight. Everything looked ghostly about them. The dim silvery light made it possible for them to pick their way without stumbling. They made little noise in reaching the shore.