"What do you know about that?" said Red, scowling.
"We'd better sail over to Blackport and bring the constable," urged the cautious Midkiff.
"Let's go put 'em off, bag and baggage," cried Phillips.
"They can't get off if we don't give 'em back their canoes," cried Peewee. "Hi, King! What do you mean to do?"
Just then, while all eyes were fastened upon the encampment on the shore of Storm Island, the first of the lazy campers appeared from the main tent. He was a tall, black-haired fellow; they could see that easily enough without the use of Red's glasses.
He came down toward the place where the canoes had been moored, wearing a scarlet bathing suit and carrying a towel over his arm. Suddenly he appreciated the fact that the canoes were gone. A glance showed him the catboat with the missing craft tied to her stern.
He turned to shout something to his friends still in the tent. Midkiff muttered:
"Now there'll be a stir!"
CHAPTER VIII.
A BARGAIN IS STRUCK.