It was decided to go ashore for dinner at a small town which the boats reached about one o’clock. The craft were tied up at the dock, and when Jerry and Andy left the Dartaway, the tramp remained behind.
Jerry asked if the chief knew the man at all.
“Oh, I’ve seen him around,” Mr. Dalton replied. “He’s an odd character. But never mind him. Where do you expect we’ll pick up the boys?”
“Right aboard the schooner at the island,” answered Jerry, wondering why the chief changed the subject so suddenly.
The journey was resumed after the meal and about four o’clock the boats emerged from the river upon the lake.
“Now for the schooner!” exclaimed Jerry as his boat swung ahead, it having been agreed that he should lead the way. The Terror was close behind.
Several miles had been covered, when the tramp, who had not spoken for some time, exclaimed, stretching out his hand:
“I think there’s your schooner!”
“We’re nowhere near the place,” Jerry answered.