Red Rob was silent in perplexity. “Say,” said Nick, suddenly.
“What?”
“Go to the rathole alone. Tell 'em your story. Maybe they'll let the rule go for once.”
“I'll try it.”
“All right. Skip.”
They heard him leave the boat, and a moment later Nick touched the spring of his little lantern.
But Red Rob had already disappeared. “They've got a cute trick here, somewhere,” he muttered. “No blindfolding for me.”
“Worked nice to-night, didn't it?” murmured Chick.
“Sh-h! Somebody may bear you,” replied Nick. “Don't talk, wait.”
Rob was gone near half an hour. But at the end of that time he returned. “It's all right,” he said. “Gentleman George is there himself, and he says I can bring you in.”