“Hold on!” called George to Grant after the boys had gone a hundred yards or more. “What fools we are. What are we running for anyway?”
“Because we want to get somewhere. We don’t know just where it is but we’re in a hurry to get there, I guess.”
As he spoke Grant glanced toward the woods in the distance from which the man that had hailed them had unexpectedly come. “I’m not afraid. Come on, let’s go back to the motor-boat.”
“Did you find them?” inquired the captain when the boys approached the boat.
“No.”
“You look so tuckered out, both of you, that I thought maybe you saw them somewhere.”
“No, we didn’t find them,” said Grant, “but we saw—”
The boy stopped as if he hesitated to refer to the fact that they had fled from a man who had unexpectedly hailed them.
“Saw what?” said the captain.
“Do you know who lives on Cockburn Island?” abruptly asked George.