CHAPTER XXIII
Through the Fog
It was an astounding discovery.
With never a thought of the grotesque mistake, both youths had boarded the launch believing it to be the Deerfoot; they had pursued the imaginary fugitive only to awaken to the fact that she was not a fugitive, and that they had unconsciously stolen the property of the burglars, which must have been lying so near their own craft that the slight difference of location was not noticed.
Chester stepped down and seated himself at the elbow of his chum.
“Here are only four seats instead of six. Why didn’t we notice it before?”
“Because we were too much occupied with other things, or rather were both struck with blindness just then. As Mike would say, I’m completely flabbergasted.”