"No, of course not. Anyway, we don't know where they are. They may be twenty-five miles from here, for all we know."
"Then we'll have to give up the search if you don't get any more messages from him," declared the boy's father.
"That's so," Cub admitted. "And if those men captured him and took him away in their boat, this affair will have to remain a mystery in our lives forever afterward."
"You'd better go back to the cabin and see if Bud and Hal got any more messages from him," suggested Mr. Perry.
"That's the only hope left," said Cub as he turned to go.
But this "last hope" proved to be vain. Bud and Hal were both still listening-in, but with little suggestion of expectancy on their countenances.
"Anything more?" inquired the tall youth, unwilling to put his question in negative form, in spite of the fact that his better judgment would have dictated it thus.
Both listeners shook their heads.
"Then that's the end of our search," Cub declared with a crestfallen and disgusted look.
"Why?" asked Bud.