“Not much, and you know it!” exclaimed Lanky. “That boat was something crooked, or they wouldn’t have dodged out of sight. If everything was all right it would have been in plain sight when we came up around that island.”
“You’re absolutely right, Lanky. And it was that very idea in my own mind that caused me to want to hunt it out.”
The Rocket was now headed straight for Columbia. Only a few more miles and they would be at home—at a rather late hour, and probably with two families worrying over the two boys.
“We might have been thoughtful enough to have called our people from Mrs. Parsons and let them know where we were,” ruefully remarked Frank.
“As if we could have been so thoughtful under such circumstances as those. I think we did a wonderful thing when we thought to call up even the police station with all that excitement.”
They looked straight ahead for several minutes. The minds of these two youths, both active ones, were fully engaged on the happenings of the evening, which had, to say the least, come rather thick and quite fast.
“Was that a trunk or a box in that boat?” asked Frank.
“Looked to me like a large box—about the size of one I saw earlier in the day in the Speedaway.”
“Huh?” This had set Frank to thinking.
“And that rowboat looked as much like the one we saw at the bank above the Parsons place as any other rowboat would look.”