The rest over, they went up and up again.
“Beat you to the summit!” cried Jerry, and started up the last stretch on a rush. Harry followed, and Blumpo was not far behind.
What a splendid panorama was spread before them! They could see clear to either end of the lake and off to the hills east and west.
“I see the church steeple!” cried Jerry.
“Look! look!” exclaimed Harry, suddenly.
He pointed down the lake to where a yacht was bowling along before the breeze.
“Si Peters’ boat!”
“I wonder if Peters knows we are still on the island?” mused Jerry.
“I reckon he does.”
“It’s a wonder he and his crowd never came up to make more trouble for us.”