“You are sure that is the same boat you saw towing the sloop?” I questioned eagerly.
“Guess I am. My eyes don’t deceive me very often, though they are getting old.”
“Is the boat a strange one around the Bend?”
“Yes; but it belongs on the lake.”
“Is it Carney’s?”
“Maybe it is. But did you see it around the island when you were here before?”
“No; it was over at the mill.”
And I told him what I knew of the boat and the two men who had sailed her.
“Well, that’s strange,” he said. “Most likely the two chaps are on board now.”