But to this Frank demurred. He was too anxious to get back the stolen money.
Bob at once began his search for another boat. It was by no means an easy task, as the shore was rocky and lined with a thick sedge.
Presently he came to the rear of a large farm, and here he found a boat moored to a fallen tree.
By the looks of the craft the young photographer felt sure that it had not been used for a long time. But it did not leak, so he did not care how dilapidated it was in appearance.
Untying the boat, he towed her around to where Frank sat.
“I’ve found one,” he said. “But there are no oars.”
“I suppose they haven’t used it, fearing the ghosts from the islands might catch them,” laughed the young man. “Well, I reckon you can get along without oars on a pinch.”
“How?”
“The water is so shallow a couple of poles is all we will need to push ourselves over. But, Bob, there is another thing.”
“What is that?”