"There is the Minnie, sure enough!" he exclaimed, as they rounded a little point.
And he pointed to where the sloop lay half-hidden in the water and high meadow grass.
"Is—is any one on board?" asked Mrs. Nelson, in a trembling tone.
"Not a soul."
"Oh, Mr. Franchard, what do you suppose has happened?" she burst out.
"I can't say, ma'am. Wait till I go on board and take a look around."
Franchard was soon on the sloop. Everything appeared to be in order, although there were the marks of muddy feet on the flooring and on the seats. Martin and Toglet had taken good care that no clew that should lead to their identity should be left behind.
"Do you see anything belonging to Ralph?" asked Mrs. Nelson.
"Not a thing."
"Do you suppose he left the boat here?"