“Mr. McGlory wouldn't let me wake you.”
“Wouldn't let you?”
“No, he—”
“What's the matter with your lip?”
“McGlory hit me.”
“Hit you!” Dick sprang to his feet. “What in thunder are you talking about?”
“I'm tryin' to tell you, Cap'n, if you 'll just listen—”
“Go on, be quick about it.”
“You've been sleepin' ever since we left Middle Island. Ole an' me we seen that the course was nor'east instead o' nor'west, an' I was goin' to wake you, but he wouldn't let me, an' I hollered loud but it didn't wake you, an' now we're in a place Ole thinks is Burnt Cove on Manitoulin Island, an'—an' Mr. McGlory's made me row him ashore, an' told us to wait there for him, an' I swum back to wake you—”
Dick was standing close to Harper, staring at him with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity. Now he brushed him aside and ran up the steps. Sure enough, on every side were trees and the shadows of trees. The Lake was not to be seen. He turned again to Harper who was close at his elbow. “Where's the boat?”