"Why? Why?" Randall paused, and stared straight before him.
There was no more time to continue the conversation, for they were now almost at Grimsby's house whither Eben was bound. He asked the driver to pull up and let him out. The car soon stopped in front of the place, and Eben opened the door and stepped out.
"Thank ye, sir, fer the drive," he said.
"Oh, that's all right," Randall replied. "And you feel quite sure that my daughter is on Island Lake?"
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised. Where else would John take her?"
"It is reasonable and worth looking into, anyway. And say, there's a boat out there, isn't there?"
"Yes, John has a good one."
"But suppose it's on the island if I should want it?"
"Oh, jist holler, an' if he doesn't know who ye are, he'll row over fer you. But most likely John will come back in the mornin', so he'll have to bring the boat over. Ye see, he'll have to go home to look after the stock. If ye happen to be around the lake when he's home, most likely ye'll be able to git the boat."
"A good idea," Randall replied. He then spoke to the chauffeur, and in another instant the car was away.