"Have you any great enemies?"
"I have enemies, but none so bad as to wish to take my life," returned Ralph, and he thought he told the truth.
"Humph! Well, it's strange. I suppose you would like to be set ashore as soon as possible?"
"Yes, sir."
"You say you came from Glen Arbor? I have only a rowboat at hand——"
"You can land me anywhere," interrupted Ralph. "I can easily tramp it or catch a ride back to where I belong."
"Very well; follow me."
The boy followed the sportsman down the hill to the shore. Here lay a trim-looking boat with a pair of oars on the seats. Both at once sprang in. Ralph was about to take up the blades, but the man stopped him.
"You are too broke up to row," he said. "Sit down and take it easy."