"Cover him over with a lot of pine boughs."
"That's the idea. Come on; we have no time to lose, for we must do something toward finding the others before night."
Jim hastily gathered an armful of branches and threw them over the prisoner, completely concealing his form, and then the boys carried him to the boat much as if he had been nothing more than a log of wood.
The fellow was laid in the bottom of the craft, and around him were packed the goods he had stolen from the camp.
"It will load the old boat down pretty heavy; but there's no wind blowing, an' we shan't have a very hard pull back," Jim said, as he took his place at the oars, leaving Jet to push off.
It was not much past noon when the start was effected, and the boys had the supreme satisfaction of knowing that the most important of their human game had not been warned of what was being done.
"Say, how would it do to move our camp down opposite Dollar Island after dark?" Jim asked, when they were some distance from the shore. "We could then take the chances of running over to search the place, and wouldn't have so far to go."
"We'll try it," Jet replied, as he steered the boat away from the islands.
When the two arrived at the camp the prisoner was carried into the shanty, and there so covered with boughs and blankets that any one passing would not have had any suspicion a human being was concealed in the vicinity.
A hearty dinner was next on the programme, and then arrangements were made for moving camp.