“And the next question is; who took her?” put in Bert.
“And the following one is; what are we going to do?” added Dick.
“Two pretty hard propositions,” commented Tom grimly. “I fancy we can answer the first question easily enough.”
“How?” asked Jack quickly. “Whom do you think took your boat?”
“Who else but Sam Heller and Nick Johnson?” retorted Tom quickly. “They’re prowling around this neighborhood with Mr. Skeel, and, though we haven’t seem ’em lately I’ve no doubt that they are around here. Very likely they came past here and, seeing my boat, knew her at once. They hopped into her, and made off.”
“I believe you’re right,” agreed Jack. “The sneaks! I wish I could get hold of ’em now! I’d settle with ’em, game leg or not. I wonder which way they went?”
“Down the river, and out into the lake, naturally,” declared Bert. “They didn’t pass us as we were legging it away from old Wallace.”
“Yes, I guess that’s right,” assented Tom.
“Which brings us to the second question,” remarked Dick.