“Come with me and I’ll tell you,” he replied.
And he led the way out of the store, and down to the pier.
“I ain’t found the sloop, Rube, but I’ve found out something about her.”
“What have you found out, Tom?” I questioned, as my heart gave a bound.
“I overheard three men talking about some sloop they had picked up,” went on the old fisherman. “They stopped talking as soon as they saw I was around. I reckon they want to scoop the prize for themselves.”
“Who were the men?”
“I didn’t know two of them; the other was Andy Carney. You know him?”
“Yes; he is one of the tough fishermen from the north end. What do you suppose the three have done with the boat?”
“Taken her up to one of the coves at Rock Island. If I was you I’d sail up and take a look around.”
“I will,” I replied.