“Where did they come from?” he repeated.
“I didn’t put them there,” replied Fred.
“Who did then?”
“I don’t know any more about it than you do.”
“Well, somebody has been good to us and tried to help us get away from this deserted island. What did that man say the name of it is?”
“Western Duck Island. There are a half-dozen of these islands, I remember now.”
“I shan’t feel very badly if I never see nor hear of them again.”
“We’re all right now. We have a sail.”
“Perhaps we are, though I haven’t forgotten that that little Jap said we are forty miles from Mackinac.”
“What is forty miles to fellows who have got a boat and a sail?”