Victor Sutton’s voice rose clear and distinct,
“I’ll unearth him!” he cried. “I know the way round. You wait here with Miss Bushell, Merceron.”
“Oh, he’s coming round!”
“I must chance it,” said Charlie, and he came out of hiding. A cry greeted him. Victor was already started, but stopped. Charlie embarked and shot across.
“You villain! You gave us the slip,” cried Uncle Van.
Miss Bushell began quietly to embark. Uncle Van followed her example.
“Oh, Mr. Merceron, you’ll sink us!” cried Millie.
Charlie sat glum and silent. The situation beat him completely.
Uncle Van drew back. Millie seized the paddle and propelled the canoe out from the bank.
“You come round with me, Merceron,” called Sutton, and the two men turned to the path. “No,” added Victor. “Look here, we can climb round here,” and he pointed to the bank. There was a little narrow muddy track, but it was enough.