"Hi, there, stop! We want to talk to you!" sang out Tom, at the top of his lungs.
"Ain't got time," roared back the strange fisherman, and on the instant he was gone.
"It must have been Arnold Baxter, beyond a doubt," said Sam.
"If it was, what is he doing here?" questioned his brother.
"He's keeping out of the reach of the law," answered Powell. "I suppose he thought he was perfectly safe in such an out-of-the-way place as this."
"And he was fishing just to kill time," put in Fred.
"I'd like to go after him and make sure," went on Tom. "What do you say, Sam?"
"I am with you."
"But we may be late—" began Fred.
"Oh, Captain Putnam will excuse us when I tell him what delayed us."