“That so? They should have forwarded it. They must have gone to sleep down there.”
“I know nothing about that. All clear down there? All right, Mr. Ericsen!”
The tug backed away, the paddle-wheels revolved again, and the old steamer swung around in a wide circle.
“You haven't told me where you want to go, Mr. Beveridge.” Captain Sullivan was taking in Smiley and Harper with an eye that knew no compromise.
“We 'll do that now, Cap'n. Mr. Smiley here is going to help us out a little if you will show us your chart of Lake Huron.”
“He is!” was the Captain's reply. Then he turned abruptly and led the way up to the chart room.
The chart was spread out, and the three men bent over it.
“Now, Mr. Smiley,” said Beveridge, “can you put your finger on Spencer's place?”
Dick did so.
“There's a harbor there, you say?”