“Why—er—the way the lady acted. She seemed to be more scared than crazy. But they kept her down in the cabin, so I didn’t see much of her.”
“When did you land the crowd on the island?”
“About nine o’clock this morning.”
“Were you going back there later?”
“No, they said it wouldn’t be necessary.”
Dick walked to the rail of the schooner and beckoned to the captain of the steam tug.
“This captain says he landed the crowd on Chesoque Island,” he called out. “Do you know where that is?”
“I know where she is,” put in Larry Dixon, as Captain Wells hesitated in thought. “The lobster catchers used to have a hangout there.”
“Where is it?” asked Captain Wells, and the old tar described its location as well as he could.
“Reckon I could pick it up, from what the man says,” said the captain of the tug, to Dick.