“Good-by!” called out George derisively, and then, turning to the others, he added: “Because I hardly expect to see him again, unless he comes back with the other three. Chances are he knew we’d got on to his game, and means to slip away now so he couldn’t be nabbed by the authorities.”
“Shame on you, George, you old unbeliever!” cried Buster.
“Wait and see who’s right,” warned the other sturdily, for George always clung to his belief until convinced that he was wrong, when he would frankly confess his error of judgment.
A minute, two of them, passed, and still the boy did not return. It would really seem as though he had had time to go to where he left his sister concealed at the time he crept toward the landing spot of the cruising party in the motorboat, and come back again.
George was grinning with that important air of his, which, being interpreted, meant the usual “I told you so.”
Then Josh, whose sharp eyes had detected a moving figure in the semi-gloom, exclaimed:
“There they come over yonder, I do believe!”
“Two or four?” questioned Buster.
“It’s all right, boys,” Josh continued, for he was standing on a stump, and in this position could see what was invisible to the others.