“Oh, Bob Coverdale! Where did you see him?” asked Herbert with interest.
“On Egg Island.”
“How came he there?” inquired Herbert, rather surprised.
“He went there in a boat with his uncle. I expect he’s there now.”
“Why should he stay over there so long?”
“It’s a rich joke,” said George, laughing. “It seems his uncle was mad with him and landed him there as a punishment. He’s got to stay there all night.”
“I don’t see anything so very amusing in that,” said Herbert, who was now thoroughly interested.
“He wanted me to take him off,” proceeded George. “He was trying to build a raft. I told him he’d better keep at it.”
If George had watched the countenance of his cousin he would have seen that Herbert was very angry, but he was so amused by the thought of Robert’s perplexity that he did not notice.
“Do you mean to say that you refused to take him off?” demanded Herbert in a quick, stern tone that arrested George’s attention.