"Some one gave them a tow. Don't you tumble to that?" asked Sam.
"Where to?"
"I give it up. I don't know."
"If nothing has happened them they can't be far away, or the girls wouldn't have gone up there last night."
"What time were they there, George?"
"Some time after dark. I didn't ask the time. I asked the woman if they were coming again. She said she didn't know. I told her we would come back later in the day, and, if she saw either of the girls in the meantime, to tell them that we wished to know where they are, as we had something to tell them. It was after dark when they were there. I don't know what to make of it."
"Well, they are all right, so what's the use in worrying?" asked Larry.
"Yes, they aren't drowned. I haven't any too much confidence in that old scow. It is likely to spring a leak and go down any old time," declared Billy Gordon. "I wouldn't trust myself in it over night."
"You are not likely to get the chance," jeered Sam. "What are we going to do now?"
"Go on to Wantagh, then to camp. We will come back before supper. While we are out we'll make inquiries. Some one may have seen the boat. It probably is laid up in a cove somewhere along this shore," decided George.