Fritz shaded his eyes with both hands and squinted in the direction indicated by Dick.
"Looks like a log," said Fritz.
"Not to me," replied Dick. "Seems to me that there are people in a small boat. Wonder what they can possibly be doing out there at this time of the morning?"
"Dot's right. It's peobles!" exclaimed Fritz. "Und they are goming this way."
The boys watched the approach of the boat with great interest, and when the party on board stood up to disembark, Dick Dare gave a sudden start.
"That's funny, but it can't be them," he muttered.
"Fritz, do you see anything familiar about the figures in the boat?" he questioned in an eager whisper.
Before Fritz could study the landing party more closely, the two boys were ordered back to the camp fires, and try as they might to get another view of the beach, and the new arrivals, they were unable to move far enough away from their guards to do so.
"That's bad luck," grumbled Dick. "I had an idea that Tim and Tom were in that boat. But just when we might have been able to make them out, off we are hustled, and I don't know now whether it was them or not."
"If it was, they will be here plenty soon enough," said Fritz. "And then when we are all together once, who will get to Vincennes in dime already?"