"Caught half a dozen fish today and named this place Friday island because of the day, or night, I was brought here and my subsequent Robinson Crusoe experiences," began the entry for Monday.
Then followed a gleeful memorandum of his apparent success in interesting Cub Perry with an account of his predicament, in spite of the efforts of his radio nemesis to prove him a trifler with the truth. Tuesday's entry closed with a notation of the announcement from Cub that the Catwhisker was about to start on a rescue trip from Oswego to the Lake of the Thousand Islands and would endeavor to find him by radio compass.
"The situation is cleared up very much," Mr. Perry remarked after Hal had finished reading the diary. "The chief problem now remaining to be solved is, what became of your cousin?"
"In other words, that's the mystery before us," said Bud, with a twinkle of fun in his eyes.
"Call it what you will," smiled Mr. Perry. "But it doesn't strike me as in the least mysterious. Evidently he was taken away from this island by the fellows who put him here."
"And what did they do with him?" was the query with which Cub supplemented his father's observation.
"That, of course, we don't know," the latter replied. "They may have taken him over to the Canadian shore and released him for reasons of their own."
"Then it's up to us to find out," Cub inferred.
"Surely. We've had remarkable success thus far. It would be a pity for us to meet with failure. That would spoil our story."
"Story!" exclaimed Bud. "What story?"