“The boys have chartered the boat,” said the captain, “and I haven’t anything to say about it. They’ll have to decide.”
“Do you want to go to Mackinac?” inquired Grant.
“No,” replied the man. “I want to stop at Cockburn Island.”
“That’s out of our course,” said the captain quickly. “We shall cut right across to Mackinac. In weather like this we’re as safe as we would be on a mill-pond.”
“I’ll pay you well for my passage.”
“How much longer will it take?” inquired George turning to the captain as he spoke.
“We shan’t get back to Mackinac before eleven o’clock if you go by Cockburn Island.”
“It’s very important,” broke in the man. “I ought to be there now. I’ll pay you ten dollars if you’ll take me.”
“All right,” said George, after he glanced questioningly at his companion.
Without delaying, the man at once stepped on board the skiff and in a few minutes all three were on board of the motor-boat.