"I can't stand it any longer, and I am going down to see them," continued Dory, as he examined his revolver; and the machinist did the same.
"Of course, the two who were in the boat with you this morning, will know you, Dory," said the instructor.
"I can't help it if they do: I am going down to see them. I can't imagine what the five new fellows can be, and I am determined to find out."
"The whole seven of them seem to be engaged in an argument just now," added the machinist, as he followed Dory out of the woods.
As they came near enough to identify the two Dory had seen in the boat, the argument seemed to wax very warm. Mack was the principal speaker on one side of the question. He pointed with vehemence at the lake, and the shores near him; and Dory concluded that they were engaged in a nautical discussion.
"I tell you, we can't get the vessel out of this place," said Mack warmly, when Dory came near enough to hear what he said. "The wind is blowing very fresh right on the shore, and she is not more than fifty feet from the beach."
"If you hoist the sails, there is wind enough to make her go, isn't there?" demanded one of the new-comers.
"There is wind enough to make her go ashore all in a heap," replied Mack smartly. "You don't know the first thing about handling a vessel, Fred Ripples!"
Fred Ripples! That was the name of the signer of the letter. He was one of the remaining members of the Nautifelers Club, who were to join the rest of the party at Ticonderoga or Westport. Dory looked at Mr. Jepson, and Mr. Jepson looked at him. How in the world had the new members come to Camp-Meeting Point?
The members of the club on the beach were too busy with the argument to notice the approach of Dory and the machinist. Doubtless Mack and Chuck had told the new-comers of the "break" the night before, and of the disappearance of the leader of the enterprise. But none of them had any reason to suspect that Angy had been captured.