“How could he know that?” Johnny asked himself now as he looked down once more at the masses of black, white and dull green that were fields, lakes and forests far below.
There was little enough time to study this problem, for suddenly Drew headed the red racer downward at a rakish slant.
Down, down, down they went. Once the motor was off for a second.
“This is the place?” Johnny demanded breathlessly.
“Far from it. Something wrong.” Drew spoke rapidly. “Got to go down and see what. Land on the little lake yonder.”
Once more the motor roared. As the plane circled downward Johnny’s hopes fell. “Something wrong! We’ll be here perhaps for hours. And get there too late. What rotten luck!”
CHAPTER XXVI
BATTLE OVER THE WAVES
There were hours of rest for the Red Rover and his staunch little companion, a lulling of the wild storm that for many hours had lashed the rocky shores of Isle Royale. Then came darkness and with it a swift resolve to risk all on a night of pure adventure.
A hearty handshake with the guide who had stood by them so staunchly, and they were away.
Slowly the tiny craft crept out upon the black waters of night. They had dressed for the occasion, this girl and boy. He wore a suit of khaki borrowed from the scout, she a boy’s shirt found in one of the cabins, and the patched knickers. Dressed so, and riding in their dark green boat, only with difficulty would they be seen upon the dark waters.