“Maybe Mr. Norton has gone off to warn the others,” I suggested.
“Perhaps he has. Any way I didn’t see a soul.”
“Hadn’t we better get the Catch Me out into the lake? Then we can land and hide the Mary in another place.”
“That’s a good plan,” said Ford. “Come ahead.”
It was no easy job to get out the larger boat. But finally it was accomplished, and the big craft was anchored fully quarter of a mile away from the shore.
“Now, if they haven’t another boat, they are prisoners,” I said. “That is, if we can hide the Mary where they can’t find her.”
“I know a spot, a little farther up the shore,” said my companion. “Let us try that.”
We hoisted the sail once more and stood up the shore fully an eighth of a mile. Then Ford took the tiller, and headed the craft for a deep and narrow inlet, guarded on both sides by high rocks and heavy bushes.
“Now, if they haven’t seen us, I guess they will never find the Mary.”