“Easy as fallin’ off a log. I’m off, then, fellers.”
Saying which, Tom entered the bush, and disappeared from view.
“Now, what is the programme?” asked Bluff.
“Wasn’t that a boat whistle again? It seemed to come from another quarter, too?” remarked Frank.
“I heard it, all right. Perhaps the tug is circling the island so as to make sure the thieves get no chance to make off,” suggested Jerry.
“You’re right, that is just what their programme must be. Meanwhile they’ve landed the posse to search the whole place over. I hope Tom meets up with them in good time,” continued Frank, earnestly.
“There’s somebody shouting in the woods,” remarked Bluff.
“Oh! that’s the Peters tribe trying to get together again. Reminds me of a covey of quail that has been flushed and scattered, calling to each other from the brush,” laughed Frank.
“Will they come back here again?” Bluff continued.
The others exchanged looks, and chuckles followed.