“Whoop! here are some of the other fellows now!” burst out Fred, and rushed forward. “Hurrah!” he yelled.
“Hurrah!” came back instantly.
“Link Darrow, Bart Mason and—yes, it’s Teddy Dugan,” came from Harry. “What can Teddy be doing with those other chaps?” he went on, for he had not expected to see the Irish boy anywhere in that vicinity.
“How are you making it?” asked Link Darrow, as he came closer. He was a youth of Joe’s size and age.
“First rate,” answered Joe. “When did you leave Lakeport?”
“Yesterday. We expected to locate you a couple of hours ago, but Teddy Dugan stopped us.”
“Sure an’ I have news for you,” put in Teddy Dugan. “I’ve been up the lake, a-visitin’ me Uncle Michael, and who do you think I saw?”
“Those tramps,” cried Joe, quickly. “Oh, Teddy, did you really see them?”
“I saw three tramps, and by the look of ’em I think—yes, I’m sure—they are the same that took your watch and chain. I knew you were over to this island, so I told me uncle I’d come over and tell you.”
“And you ran into Link and Bart?”