"But, Harry," urged Arnold, "come on out of here. We'll be burned as sure as fate. What makes you stay here, anyway?"
"I'm going now," declared the boy. "I forgot something that was left here and came back to get it. That's all."
Both boys now moved toward the one window of which the cabin boasted. The roof at the opposite end and directly over the bed where the fire had started was now weakening and threatened to fall.
"Up with you now, Arnold," cried Harry. "Let's make time."
"You first," gasped Arnold. "You're burned and have had more smoke than I. Go ahead or I won't stir a step."
"All right," smiled Harry. "It's a good thing the breeze is favorable. We'll make it all right now. Wonder where Doright is."
"Never mind Doright," said Arnold, drinking in great draughts of fresh air. "Doright can take care of himself for all of me. I want to get back to the boats and the Fortuna. Let's be going."
"I'm with you," Harry agreed with a satisfied chuckle.
"What's the matter now?" asked Arnold. "I can't see what should amuse you in all this trouble. I'm worried."
"I can't tell you what makes me feel so happy, but I just imagine that we've done a good stroke of business tonight."