"Yes, we must give Bud credit for all he's done," Mr. Perry agreed. "We owe a good deal to his ingenuity."
"We ought to take our prisoner over to Rockport and put him in jail," suggested Mr. Baker.
"On what ground?" asked Mr. Buckley. "What would you charge him with? He hasn't done anything except spy around your camp here. You couldn't put him in jail for that and keep him there any time. Besides, his father claims to own these islands—maybe he does."
"Well, what are you in favor of doing?" asked Mr. Baker.
"I think we ought to move your entire camp outfit to this boat and then stand off from the shore for a while and keep our eyes on this place with spyglasses—have you got a pair?"
"Yes," Mr. Perry replied; "two good strong pair."
"Then we'd better get busy at once before they suspect what has become of this boy we have here."
"All right, let's get busy at once," said Mr. Perry. "The boys, however, must stay here on the boat. We don't want to run any risk of their falling into the hands of the enemy."
"Oh, Mr. Perry, let me go along with you and get my radio outfit,"
Hal begged.
The yachtsman looked at the pleading youth for a few moments in hesitating manner.