"How did you get here?" asked Dick, and each told his story from beginning to end, and then the elder Rover had to relate his own adventures.
"I knew that old doctor wasn't telling the truth," burst out Tom. "Oh, but won't we have an account to settle with all of those chaps, if ever we get out of this scrape."
"Don't let us hurrah until we are out of the woods," added Dick soberly. "We are in the hands of a desperate gang, to my way of reasoning."
"The Baxters are certainly bad enough."
"And any boat captain who would go into this game with them is probably just as bad. Whom did you leave on the yacht?"
"Aleck, and the lumberman who was on the raft with you."
"I wonder if they will follow this schooner?"
No one could answer this question, and for several minutes there was a silence. During that time they heard heavy footsteps cross and recross the deck, but that was all. Presently the schooner began to rock slightly.
"The wind is coming up," said Tom. "We are moving ahead again."
"That's bad for us—if the schooner manages to run away from the yacht," rejoined Dick.