“I know we are not very far from the shore,” declared Mr. Button, “but it isn’t the shore of the mainland.”
“What is it?” demanded George.
“Western Duck Island. I’m sure we cannot be far away from it. Now, if two of you boys want to take the skiff and make some investigations I don’t think there will be any special danger. Don’t go too far away, though your whistle or your voices will carry a long distance over the water.”
“I’m one of the Go Ahead Boys, and I’m for trying it,” said Fred sturdily.
“And I’m with you,” said John.
A moment afterward both boys stepped on board the skiff and with John at the oars and Fred seated in the stern, they speedily left the Gadabout behind them.
“Don’t go very far away,” called George warningly.
“You’re right, we won’t,” called back John, and then silence rested over the waters of Lake Huron.
“We had better row in a circle,” suggested Fred. “I’m the captain of this expedition and I want you to follow my directions.”
“All right, sir,” responded John glibly, “but the main thing is to keep a sharp outlook for a boat coming or going, or for any light that we may see on the shore.”