“It looks very much like it,” agreed Percy Simmons, “but in the meantime we are adrift on the St. Lawrence with only a mighty hazy notion of where we are. What are we going to do?”
This question was to prove a poser for some period of time.
CHAPTER X.
ON WINDMILL ISLAND.
Drifting in the darkness, they were still discussing the situation when, through the gloom, they saw, not far off, a tall, black shadow showing darkly against the curtain of the night.
“What is that off there?” demanded Percy Simmons, indicating the tall object.
“Looks like some sort of a monument,” supplemented Harry Ware.
“I guess I can solve the mystery,” struck in Ralph. “That is Windmill Island, or I’m very much mistaken. That tall tower is all that is left of an old windmill that stood there many years ago.”
“Seems to me I’ve heard a lot about Windmill Island,” said Harry. “Does any one live there?”
“I think there is one hut on it. It is a deserted, lonely sort of a place, rocky and barren,” replied Ralph. “You know something of the story connected with it?”
“Only that it was used as a sort of hiding place for the invading parties at the time of the attempted Fenian invasion of the Dominion of Canada,” responded Harry, who had been reading up on the history of the St. Lawrence.