"Get a rope," commanded George. "There's a coil of it in the bow of the launch."
Five minutes later the Indian was lying in the bottom of the boat tied beyond all possibility of escape, and the boys were triumphantly heading for camp.
"We've got the Indian!" yelled Larry to the little group on shore as the launch neared the landing in front of the Tramp Club's camp.
"We've been watching for you," called Harriet. "We saw you when you were away up the lake. Have you really got him?"
"Indeed we have, and tied so that he'd have hard work getting away," laughed Gordon.
"What shall we do with him?" asked Larry as they bore the Indian ashore in triumph.
"Stand him up against that tree for the present," ordered George, then grimly wound coil after coil of rope around the half-breed, securing him with many a hard knot. At last George stood back to survey his work with admiration.
"I'd like to see even an Indian get out of that harness," Baker remarked complacently.
Harriet and Jane walked over to the tree and looked searchingly at the captive. Both recognized him as the man they had seen while the "Red Rover" lay hidden in the creek.
"Larry and I are going up to the village at once to notify the authorities," announced George. "We want to get rid of this fellow as soon as possible."