“Do you believe they mean to land here?” asked Will, his voice trembling a bit.
“I did; but it looks as if they’ve thought better of it, for now the old boat’s moving on. They’ll land, all right, and try some game on us to-night, likely,” answered the other, who had pushed the gun forward as if meaning to make use of it should the necessity arise.
Bluff was a reckless fellow at times, and inclined to be fiery, though, like most of his kind, his temper was quickly subdued, and he easily became repentant.
“But perhaps they’re only down here for a row; or, it may happen that they mean to get a mess of those fine perch,” suggested Will.
“Perhaps, but all the same, I saw that old tent of theirs sticking up in the bow of the boat,” declared Bluff, positively.
“Oh! then that settles it. Well, it looks as though we might have a lively enough time of it, after all. What with the wild man, those two thievish tramps, the wildcats that live on the island, and now, last but not least, the Pet Peters crowd that used to train with Andy Lasher. Can we ever go anywhere and be let alone?” complained Will, who loved peace above all things.
“Well, I don’t mind it much. We came out for some excitement, and it looks as if we were going to get our fill,” said Bluff, who was built more upon the adventurous model than his companion.
They watched the boat as long as it remained in sight.
“Seemed to me they were heading in for the shore just before they disappeared,” suggested Bluff, finally, as he turned and looked at his mate.
“I admit that it looked that way to me. Then we might as well take it for granted that they’re going to make camp on the island. I wonder——” mused Will, fingering his pet camera reflectively.