“Some of these fancy city fishermen, like enough,” Chet declared, when they all came together at the western point of the island. “See yonder! there are two men in a boat, fishing, now.”
“If they were the robbers they would not boldly anchor off there,” his sister said.
“True enough, Laura,” said Bobby. “I believe that whoever stole from us, is far away now. And everybody who comes to the lake knows that it is forbidden to camp on Acorn Island. The guides all know it.”
“How about what Liz says about the man she saw last evening?” demanded Jess. “She says he was a man she knew in Albany.”
“She had been talking to me about him,” laughed Laura, “and I guess he was in her mind. Why should such a man come and rob our camp?”
“Well! it’s a mystery,” Chet said. “But I reckon you’ll not be bothered again; the island seems empty save for ourselves.”
But later they thought that they might have been a little more careful in searching the upper end of Acorn Island.