“If you are not out, in case it stays clear, we shall consider that we have the right to put you out,” said Joe. “These goods pay for our lease of Snow Lodge for three weeks, starting from to-morrow noon.”
“All right,” growled the real estate dealer; and then he and Dan Marcy were allowed to depart with the stores which had been allotted to them.
“I guess we’ve made a pretty good bargain with them,” said Joe, when they were alone. “Now we can move into the lodge and fix it up to suit ourselves.”
“It was like pulling teeth to get old Skeetles to consent,” came from Fred. “It gives him a regular fit to have us on the island. I must say I can’t understand it.”
“I’d really like to know if those missing papers have anything to do with it,” mused Harry. “If he lost them here I’d give a good deal to find them.”
“Did you ever hear where that boat struck?” asked Joe of Joel Runnell.
“It seems to me it struck just south of Needle Rock,” was the answer. “But I’m not certain. I might find out, though.”
“Where is Needle Rock?”
“On the other shore of the island, about half a mile from here.”
“Well, I’m going there some day and have a look around.”