"He didn't give us his name, but he said he owned a fast motor boat, and he said he'd get us there and back before noon tomorrow!"
"Jamison is the only man here who has a motor boat, but you want to look out for him. He's as crooked as a corkscrew!"
"That's the impression I received when he fixed his price."
"Well," the stranger said in a moment, "I've got a little baggage up the street and I'll go and get it."
He was gone perhaps half an hour, and when he returned the boys saw an anxious expression on his face.
"Are you sure that man Jamison is going out with you tonight?" he asked.
"He said he would," was the reply.
"He's up there loading in whiskey," the boy, who had given his name as Samuel White, continued, "and has surrounded himself with about as tough a bunch of crooks as there is in all Alaska."
"Perhaps he wants them to help run the boat," suggested Tommy.
"No, there's something crooked on foot!" declared Sam. "The fellows are whispering together in a bar-room up the street, and pounding the tables, and letting cut great shouts of laughter as if they had a good joke on some one."