“Well, maybe you can fix them yet,” went on the fellow who had called himself John Smith. “You say you are going to camp out here?”
“Yes.”
“Then I may see you again in the near future. I am going to Peak’s Island and then to Portland, and I may see Tad Sobber, and if I do, I’ll tell him what you’ve said.”
“Do it!” cried Koswell promptly. “And tell him I am willing to help him all I can against the Rovers.”
“And tell him that Bart Larkspur will help him, too,” supplemented that individual.
“All right,” answered the stranger. “Of course you know it might be a—er—a little risky, getting the best of those Rovers.”
“Oh, we’ll take a little risk,” answered Koswell. “But, say!” he almost shouted. “I begin to smell a mouse!”
“Eh?”
“It was the Rovers who were here—looking for that lady who was abducted!”
“Well?”