"Yes, sir; I heard voices in the direction of Center Island."
"They are there, then," replied Captain Sedley, as he repaired to the boat-house.
About one o'clock the fog lifted, and revealed to the astonished party the camp of the Rovers. A large fire burned near the two tents, around which the boys were gathered, for the weather was so inclement as to render Tim's enterprise anything but romantic.
The Sylph, the two club boats, and Joe Braman's "gondola" lay near the shore, apparently uninjured.
"This is a mad frolic," said Captain Sedley; "but we may be thankful it is no worse."
"My boy in company with such young scoundrels!" added Mr. Hardy, bitterly.
"He is sick of them and the adventure I will warrant."
"I hope so."
"Charles never did like Tim Bunker," suggested Frank.
"What is to be done?" asked Mr. Hardy.