“The men who made the map might have drawn the line indicating the channel in the wrong place,” Jule suggested.
“Well,” Clay concluded, “we’ll have a look at it when we go back, but what I can’t understand is why the map should have been given to the wrong party. If a man had such a map in any way accurate, he would have presented it to Fontenelle in person and demanded a stiff price for it.”
“It looks that way to me!” Jule agreed.
There was a volume in the cabin of the Rambler descriptive of the St. Lawrence river from the gulf to Lake Ontario. This the boys brought out and studied diligently until a late hour.
At last Clay arose, yawned, and looked at his watch.
“I wonder why Alex and Case don’t return!” he asked. “It can’t be possible that that little scamp has gone and lost himself again, can it?”
“Just like him!” snickered Jule. “If I had a dollar for every time he’s been lost I’d have all the money I will ever need.”
“That’s pretty near the truth!” Clay agreed. “However, we’ve got Captain Joe and Teddy left with us to help look him up.”
He leaned back in his chair and whistled to the dog, but no Captain Joe made his appearance. Teddy came shambling into the cabin and held out a paw, suggesting sugar. Clay glanced up at Jule with puzzled eyes.
“Isn’t the dog out on deck?” he asked.