Reaching their destination, the boys drew their canoes up on the bank and lay down on the soft grass. They had a plain view of the front of Winnsocket Lodge, as well as of the boys fishing on the end of the island.
“This wouldn’t be a bad spot for a camp,” said Chot, as he let his glance roam around. “If Mr. Lawrence returns before we are ready to leave the islands, we can come over here and pitch our tent.”
“That’s a good plan,” said Tom. “It would surely be comfortable out in the open here.”
“Say, it’s funny, isn’t it?” mused Chot.
“I don’t see anything funny.”
“Well, queer, then.”
“What’s queer?”
“Why, the way Mr. Lawrence left the lodge?”
“In the motor-boat, you mean?”
“Not that so much, but why didn’t he wait till daylight?”