CHAPTER IV.
THE GOLDWING ANCHORS FOR THE NIGHT.
As soon as the Goldwing was fairly in the river, Dory found the wind was light compared with what it had been on the open lake. But the skipper had made up his mind that his passenger should not be taken out of the boat: his plan for another movement was ready.
“She is catching us, and I might as well make up my mind to go back to Burlington in the Juniper;” for that was the name of the steam-launch. “I believe Tim Lingerwell has that money in his pocket at this minute; for he probably has had no chance to get rid of it,” said Mr. Millweed in utter despondency.
“You can make up your mind any way you please; but, if you don’t want to go with him, you needn’t. If you will do as I say, I will land you in Burlington to-night,” replied Dory, as the yacht passed the narrow neck of land between the river and Porter’s Bay.
“I will do just as you tell me, Dory; for I know you are capable of doing big things.”
“It won’t be a very big thing, but we can dodge the Juniper a great deal easier than you can go to bed without your supper. I shall make a landing at the cross-cut. You will go on shore, and follow the path until you get to the other side of the woods. Then take the other path to the river, and strike it half a mile above the landing.”
“What is all that for?” asked Mr. Millweed, perplexed by the instructions.
“You do just as I tell you, and ask no questions. I will be responsible for the result.”