“Just my idee, Fred. We’ll go down close to the shore. Then they can’t miss us when they come over.”
“They ought to be here by this time.”
“Perhaps they got on the track of more game.”
Without delay the stores and traps were packed on the two sleds, and the pair started away from Snow Lodge. From the window Hiram Skeetles and Dan Marcy watched them with interest.
“Don’t ye dare to stay on the island!” shouted the real estate dealer after them. “If ye do, I’ll have the law on ye!”
“Oh, give us a rest!” retorted Fred. “Perhaps we’ll have the law on you before this affair is finished.”
“I’ve got my rights——”
“And so have we, and the Westmores have got theirs, too. Some day they’ll find those missing papers, and then you may hear a thing or two,” and with this parting shot Fred moved off with one sled, while old Runnell moved off with the other.
“Ha! did you hear that?” gasped Hiram Skeetles, clutching Marcy by the arm. “Do you think——”
“Oh, don’t get scared,” came from the bully. “They don’t know any more about those papers than they know about the man in the moon.”