“So we are,” replied John after the boys had carefully looked ahead. “That must mean that we are headed for the Canadian shore somewhere.”
“I don’t know where we are headed,” said Grant, “but we’re going to get there pretty soon. I wish I knew what the trouble is.”
“You don’t suppose Mr. Button is crazy, do you?” suggested Fred.
“I don’t know,” replied Grant soberly. “Most of the people that have his name are candidates for insane asylums.”
“You are safe in making that remark now,” retorted Fred. “I shan’t forget it, however. You wait until we go back to Mackinac—”
“I’m afraid if you wait until then,” broke in George, “you’ll forget all about his kind words. You don’t suppose this fellow is really crazy, do you? He acts like a man beside himself.”
“That’s as true as you live,” said John in a whisper. “I’m wondering if we ought not to jump on him all together and take the wheel away from him.”
“They say a crazy man is ten times as strong as a man who isn’t crazy,” suggested Fred. “I don’t believe we had better attempt that, yet awhile, anyway.”
“What’s become of his man?” inquired Grant abruptly. “He isn’t on the boat.”
“That’s right,” responded the boys all together, after they had glanced all about the boat, as if they were expecting to discover the guide whom Mr. Ferdinand Button had taken with him when the party had set out from Mackinac Island.