“Yes, I remember that. Do you think he came here to find the man?” demanded Gus, quickly.
“It looks so to me.”
“My gracious, Dave, I think you are right! Say, there is something mysterious about all this!” cried Gus. 126
“Exactly.”
“Let us go ashore by all means and see what Nat is up to,” urged the big youth.
Dave was more than willing, now that he had discovered the rowboat used by the wild man. Perhaps this island was the home of that mysterious individual. If so, what was the money-lender’s son doing there? Had he business with the strange creature?
“Maybe we’d better not make any noise,” suggested Gus, as the boat was turned in to a convenient landing-place. To this Dave did not reply, but they landed as silently as possible. Then the rowboat was hauled up out of sight between the bushes.
From the craft used by the wild man a rude path ran up from the shore to the rocks beyond. A short distance from the shore the boys saw the marks of a wet foot, coming from the direction where lay the motor-boat.
“That was made by Nat—he got his left foot wet,” said Gus.
“I think so myself,” answered our hero.