The Chelton made a quick and uneventful trip to the fisherman’s cabin. From it a light peacefully glowed.
“There’s no one here,” announced Bess. “Not even the boys.”
“Be careful,” warned Cora. “It may be a trap. Let us go up softly.”
“But what about those men?” asked Belle. “Maybe they have taken Denny away with them, and the boys, too.”
“Don’t be silly,” advised Cora. “Let’s go up and look in.”
As they peered in the cabin window they saw Denny seated in an easy chair. He was alone, and across his knees was the red oar of which he seemed so fond.