"Ditto."
"We're set till Columbus Day."
"You mean Election Day. Gee, your oar touched bottom, here we are. I'll row back."
They pulled the boat up and started for the shack. Fido reached it first and called excitedly, "It's open! The car's gone!"
"Stop your fooling," called Nick.
"I'm not fooling, come and look for yourself, hurry up, the car's gone."
They stood in the big open doorway in gaping amazement. They walked in, too dumfounded to speak, and when they did speak their voices sounded strange to each other within the dark, empty confines of those old dried board walls.
"Somebody must have broken in through the small door," said Fido.
"It's closed and locked," said his companion. "How about the fastening on the big one?"
"It's all O.K.; nobody's been breaking in, that's sure."