“He’s probably going over to Eight-Fathom Cove,” said Jack. “That’s a great place for lobsters, or used to be.”
“Look here,” exclaimed Hal, “now’s our time!”
“What for?” Bee queried.
“To get our oars back, and the rest of the things. If we go up to the old pirate’s place and look around maybe we’ll find them. Let’s do it!”
“Pshaw, if he took them he’s got them hidden away by this time where we’d never find them,” replied Bee. “Maybe he’s sold them. Besides, how about our digging?”
“Digging!” cried Hal. “I want my oars and my compass and—”
“If we do go we’d better start pretty soon,” advised Jack. “We don’t want him to come back and find us snooping around, I guess.”
“All right,” agreed Bee. “Can we go in the launch?”
“I think so. How much does she draw, Hal?”
“Less than a foot, I think. I’ll get the oars. Even if we don’t find anything it’ll be fun. I’ve always wanted to explore the river.”