“We’ll have to come back later for your baggage,” Bob told them as he glanced at the trunk and bags which were piled at one end of the dam.
“But—”
“Oh, it won’t be a bit of trouble. There’s a good motor boat at the camp and we’ll come down in that. Perhaps you’d rather wait here while we go back and get it.”
“No, no,” Mrs. Sleeper declared. “I just love a canoe and I’m not a bit afraid.”
The five made a good load for the canoe and the boys kept as close to the shore as possible fearing their passengers might become frightened as a fairly stiff breeze was blowing. But they showed no signs of fear and appeared to be enjoying the trip. Mrs. Sleeper talked almost continually about the ghost and Bob told her all he knew omitting only the object of their mission.
Jacques was on the wharf as they rounded the point of land just below, and the boys could see from the expression on his face that he was not at all pleased as he caught sight of their passengers.
“My, what a cross looking man,” Helen whispered to her mother, but loudly enough for Bob to hear.
“He’s no beauty, that’s a fact, but he’s all right,” he assured her.
The breed received them kindly, but shook his head when Bob told him that they wished to stay at the camp.
“Me sorry but—”