“Well, good luck to you. May I trouble you to put me on the other side?” and he looked at Fenn who nodded in assent.
“Well that was a queer coincidence,” spoke Ned, as Fenn and the tramp were in the middle of the river on the return trip. “What in the world is he doing around here? Looks as though the secret hadn’t developed yet.”
“We must ask Fenn what sort of headquarters he has over there,” suggested Bart. “He’ll soon be back. There I meant to ask him to sell us some salt! He’s taken his back.”
“We can get it at the next town,” put in Frank. “We’ll camp just above it.”
CHAPTER XVIII
A NIGHT SCARE
“What sort of a place has he over there?” asked Bart, as Fenn came back in the canoe.
“Not much,” was the reply. “I don’t believe he’s camping out at all. I saw some things in a pile on the ground, but they looked more like a lot of instruments than anything a man would go camping with. Besides, I didn’t see any boat.”