"We've found them?" scoffed George. "Guess again, Reddy. You mean they have found themselves for us."
"Well, what do you know about that?" wondered Billy. "Where in the world did they come from?"
"They probably rose from the sea like Neptune," scoffed George.
The "Red Rover" lay idly rising and falling on the slight swell, standing out a glistening flame in the bright morning sunlight. There were no signs of life on board. The boat was anchored some distance from the camp occupied by the boys, but not far out from the shore of the island. Naturally the houseboat was a little distance from the secret channel.
"Come on, fellows, let's go out and see them," urged Larry enthusiastically.
George gave him a withering look.
"The girls are not yet up. Can't you see that? A fine opinion of us they would have, were we to go out there at this hour. Do you know what time it is?"
"I can't see well enough in the morning to tell the time of day," replied Larry, with a wry twist of his mouth.
"Well, it is a quarter after five."
The boys groaned.