“Yes, over there, and coming,” replied Frank, pointing to the advancing canoe.
“Here are your glasses. Suppose you take a look and see.”
Will handed over the marine glasses as he spoke. As he adjusted them to his eyes, Frank swept one glance at the coming Bluff. Then he turned his attention to the departing disgusted campers.
“Something has been going on among those fellows, I declare,” he announced.
“What do you mean?” asked his companion, in surprise.
“They seem to have been up against it, or else having a fight among themselves. I can see a couple who have bandages about their heads, and one seems to be holding his arm mighty tenderly. I believe it is broken.”
“You don’t say? Well, come to think of it, I do remember hearing something of a commotion a while back, but thought they were only having their usual rough-house time. Please let me look, Frank.”
A minute later he uttered an exclamation.
“What now?” it was Frank’s turn to ask.
“Seems strange to me. I think there must be one of them lying down in the bottom of the boat,” returned Will.