I looked, and saw a boat hidden behind some trees. It was a strange looking craft, and I was for the moment disappointed to think that it was not the mill boat or the Catch Me.
“Whose boat?” I whispered.
“It is Andy Carney’s,” answered Ford. “Keep quiet until we find out if he is anywhere around.”
CHAPTER XX.
WE MAKE A PRISONER.
I was astonished by Ford’s words and came very near uttering a sudden cry; but my helper pressed his hand over my mouth, thus effectually preventing any sound from coming forth.
“Carney may be around,” he went on softly; “and if so we must try to capture him.”
I nodded; and then we continued our way towards the boat.
I had brought the gun with me, and now I examined it to see if it was in condition for immediate use. I was aware of the desperate character of the man with whom we had to deal, and I did not intend to run any more chances than were necessary.
Presently we heard a noise to the left, and Carney appeared. He carried a pail of spring water, and with this went on board his boat.