“Stay where we are. He told us to leave the ice-boat and wait here until he came down from the cabin. Those are his orders. We get paid for obeying orders.”
“Fine place to stay in!”
“What did you expect? A palace? We’ll stay where we are. He said he wouldn’t be long.”
“He’s been up in that cabin for half an hour already. What’s keeping him?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” snapped Tad Carson. “He’s paying us to wait here for him, and we’ll wait.”
Without a word, Frank Hardy turned away and motioned to the other boys. In the deep snow they moved silently from the boathouse.
“Hanleigh’s up at the cabin now,” said Frank, when they were beyond earshot. “I think we’d better go up and find out what he’s doing.”
“Right!” approved Chet.
In single file, the boys went back up the slope in the direction of the cabin at the north end of the island.