"It hasn't been a bad forenoon's work," the amateur detective said, as he wiped the perspiration from his face, for the mental anxiety of the past few hours had caused the big drops to flow down his cheeks as the heat of the sun never could have done.
"What are we going to do with him?"
"Take him back to the camp, of course. It won't pay to let him out of our sight until the officers take charge of affairs."
Before making preparations for the return, Jet scanned closely the shores of the islands, which were situated nearer the opposite side of the lake, hoping to discover some signs of Bob and Sam; but in this he was disappointed.
Nothing in the shape of a boat could be seen, and he said to the small guide:
"I'm afraid they have gone into the other lake."
"It doesn't seem reasonable, and I shan't believe it until we have searched over all those islands."
"How can we do that now we've got this fellow to look out for."
"That's what you must figger out; I'm willin' to carry out whatever you say."
"Of course the first thing is to get back to the camp. Do you suppose we can load that fellow into the boat so in case the men are where our movements may be seen they won't suspect it is a human being."