“Will you go there?” asked Jack.
“I sure will, my boy.”
“Maybe it’s a trap,” suggested Ed. “This fellow Cross may be trying to get hold of you, Mr. Haley.”
“I’m not afraid of him. I think I’ll be his match,” and certainly the sturdy keeper looked able to take care of himself.
“But he may not be alone,” suggested Walter.
“However, we could go with you,” he added hopefully.
“The note says to come alone, my lad, and alone I’ll go. I’d do more than that to get news of poor Margaret. I’m not afraid.”
“You boys might be within call,” suggested Cora. “You need not be seen.”
“Well, I’d consent to that,” agreed Mr. Haley. “And it might be a good thing. And yet, somehow, I’m not worried.”
“This is certainly a trap!” declared Norton. “They want you to go there, a lonely spot–after dark. Probably they’ll take you off in a boat! Ha! I have it! Wreckers!” and he struck a dramatic posture.