There was no sleep for the amateur detective on this night.
He spent the time pacing to and fro in the encampment, watching the prisoners, going to the water's edge, or listening to the slightest unusual sound, fearing it might be made by Sam.
When daylight came Jet was hidden among the fringe of bushes which bordered the lake, and the first living thing he saw was the man whom he had failed to capture on the previous evening.
Sam was standing on the shore of the island, apparently on the point of embarking in the boat.
While Jet could have counted twenty he remained there, and then, stepping on board, began to row directly toward the spot where the boy was in hiding.
CHAPTER XXXI
AN ATTACK
It could not have been other than an accident which caused Sam to head for this particular spot; but excited as he was Jet believed the man knew they were encamped in the cedars.
The first question in his mind was whether he had best make a stand on the shore, or in the thicket, and the latter course was decided upon.