"What brings them here?" asked Mont.
"Don't know. Pooler comes only once in a great while, and I never knew that Mosey to go anywhere but to the cottage."
"Well, what shall we do?" asked the young man, turning to Jack.
"Better get out of his way," suggested Meg. "He's a wicked man when he's mad, and he'll be the maddest man in the district if he catches you two on this boat."
"Suppose we go below and hide," replied the young machinist. "It ought to be an easy thing to do so on such a craft as this."
"Just the idea!" exclaimed Mont. "How slow of me not to think of it."
"But how about the girl?"
"Ain't you goin'?" asked Meg impatiently.
"No; we intend to hide on board," replied Jack. "We were just thinking about you. I hope you won't tell Mr. Pooler where we are?"
"Not unless you want me to."