“Troth, and I hope now, nothing has happened to Herb,” Jimmy remarked.
“Oh! let up guessing that way. Whatever could happen to either of them, tell me that?” George demanded. “We left the boys safe in camp; and they even said they believed they’d go aboard one of the boats, although making sure to keep the fire going, so we would see it, if we got mixed in our bearings, while skirting the short line. Maybe you’d expect an alligator to crawl in from the swamp, and try to make a meal off our chums?”
“Well, why not?” demanded Josh. “I reckon, now, they have just such reptiles in this region, don’t they, great big fellers, too, some call them crocodiles, I’m told. But there, Nick tunes up again, like a good feller.”
“There must be something wrong, or he wouldn’t show so much excitement. Make all the hurry you can, boys. We’re getting closer all the time; yes, and it seems to me I can almost make out what he’s shouting.”
“You’re right, Jack, for I’d take my affidavy I heard him say just then: ‘Get out, you robber! skedaddle, now!’”
“That sounds like some one had found the camp, and was trying to steal our belongings!” George exclaimed.
“Well, I hope they lave the boats, that’s all; for the walkin’ do be harrd, I’m tould, between here and Meyers,” Jimmy up and said, in his whimsical way.
“Good gracious! you don’t think, now, that anybody would be so mean as to try and crib our bully boats?” gasped George; and no matter what oceans of trouble his Wireless may have given him in the past, all was forgiven now, when danger lurked over the motor boat flotilla.
“Come along!” called Jack, over his shoulder; “the quickest way to find out what it all means, is to get there. Hit it up a little swifter, all of you! Put your best foot forward, and run!”