Finally, Frank gave in to them, although it was against his better judgment, and he felt that he should not submit.
They had not proceeded far before, as they were passing round a bend, a cry of astonishment fell from Barney's lips.
"Howly shmoke!" he shouted. "Thot bates th' band!"
"What's the matter?" asked Frank and the professor, together.
"Thot whoite canoe!"
"What of it?"
"Look back! Th' thing is afther follying av us!"
They looked back, and, sure enough, there was the mysterious canoe, gliding after them, like a most uncanny thing!
"Well, I like that!" said Frank, in a tone that plainly indicated he did not like it. "This is very pleasant!"
"Pull, pull!" throbbed the professor, splashing his paddle into the water and very nearly upsetting them all. "Don't let the thing overtake us! Pull, pull!"