"Wish we were armed. This is the first chance I have ever had of learning the true state of my father's affairs, and how he died, and I don't want to leave until I have sifted the matter thoroughly."
Mont was already on the companionway, and Jack quickly followed him.
"It's queer that Pooler should know that this stranded boat is here, and yet not touch a thing on board," remarked the young machinist. "He seems to be so close, it's a wonder he hasn't carried all the stuff away."
"You don't remember that he thinks this is haunted," replied Mont.
Jack laughed.
"Do you believe that yarn?" he asked.
"Not altogether; yet the man is certainly a strange fellow."
Meg was eagerly awaiting them on the shore.
"I don't see Mosey and Pooler," said Jack, as he stepped to the rail and looked over.
"They're comin' through the woods," explained the young girl, hurriedly; "I just saw 'em through the clearing ahead."