This glass was now brought into play, and Peters’ crowd kept track of Jerry and the others until the vicinity of Hermit Island was reached.
“Going to camp there,” said Wash Crosby.
“It ought to give us a fine chance to get square,” replied Si Peters, and the crowd began to plot against our hero and his friends.
But in the meantime the big row-boat disappeared behind the bushes which fringed a narrow inlet, and, try their best, those on the yacht could not locate it again.
“Never mind, we’ll come up some other day,” said Si Peters. “It’s getting too late to do anything now.”
And the yacht returned to Rockpoint.
It was Harry who selected a landing place on Hermit’s Island. He found a smooth, sandy beach, and here the row-boat was drawn up well out of the water.
Back of the beach was a little clearing. On one side were tall rocks, and on the other the woods.
“As good a place as any to pitch the tent,” said Jerry. “Come, Blumpo, stir yourself.”
The tent was brought out and put up, and a camp fire was lit. While Blumpo gathered brush to put into the tent to sleep on, Jerry and Harry tried their hands at fishing.