“Hurrah for Mother Wit—the lady detective!” cheered Bobby, under her breath.
“I am going to ask him––”
“What?” demanded Jess, half frightened as Laura started to press through the fringe of bushes.
“If he knows anything about that young man.”
“What young man?” demanded the startled Jess.
“The young man who scared Liz last evening in the storm. The same young man who took the things from our camp—and left the ten dollar bill.”
“The kleptomaniantic!” breathed Bobby, tagging close behind.
“Then it’s the man who has been fishing with the professor?” gasped Jess.
“You’ve guessed it,” said Laura. “They are 155 together. This is a camp for two. You can see the fish-heads lying about. There are two tin-plates and two empty cups.”
“Are you sure the—the old Prof was one of those fishermen we saw in the boat?” asked Bobby.