"It's a motor-boat, blamed if it ain't!" Kinky exclaimed.
"Right you are," chuckled Ross. "She must have come up from the town. What's she doin' here at this time o' night? Suspicious, that's what it is! I'll gamble heavy the boat has somethin' to do with the young fellers in that cabin."
"Well, like enough you're right," answered Kinky. "But what's that to us? We came up the Catfish in a boat, too, an' we'd better take to our oars an' go back to town huntin' for Big John. If he overhauled Motor Matt and got that money, we don't want to give him a chance to get away from us."
"We'll see to that," grunted Ross decisively.
"It looked as though Big John was tryin' to sidetrack us when he wanted us to keep watch of that cabin to-night. What's the good of watchin' the cabin if he gets the money? What's the use of keeping track of the other two boys when King's the one we want?"
"Right again, Kinky. That brain of yours seems to be doin' some brilliant work to-night. Here, take a hack at this."
Ross turned and held out a bottle.
"If I take too many hacks at that, Ross," answered Kinky, "the brilliant brain work is liable to stop."
Nevertheless he seized the bottle and a prolonged gurgling followed. When he had finished, Ross took the bottle back and gave some attention to it himself.
"All I want," growled Ross, as he screwed the top back on the flask, "is to get a chance at this here Motor Matt."