“He must be crazy!” muttered George, looking after his cousin.
Herbert Irving reached the beach and sought out Ben Bence.
“Mr. Bence,” he said, “I want to go to Egg Island. If you can spare the time, come with me and I’ll pay you for your time.”
“What are you going for, Master Herbert?”
Upon this Herbert explained the object of his trip.
“Now, will you go?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered the fisherman heartily, “I’ll go and won’t charge you a cent for the boat or my time. Bob Coverdale’s a favorite of mine, and I’m sorry his uncle treats him so badly.”
Strong, sturdy strokes soon brought them to the island.
“Bob! Where are you. Bob?” called Herbert.
There was no answer. The island was so small that he would have been seen if he had been there.