"But Nat is in it now as badly as we are," said Dave. "The 'Nimrod' is gone. His uncle will be wild."
"Hmph!" observed Bob, dryly; "I may be mistaken, but I think there's a pretty deep mystery about this. And—"
"And what?"
"Well, it is going to be solved—that's all."
[CHAPTER XXI]
"I HATE TO GIVE UP"
"Five days marooned on an island? Five days fighting mosquitoes? Well, well, boys, you have had a time of it, sure enough. You're almost as brown as Indians—every one of you."
Mr. Wingate was pacing the floor of a room in the Badger State Hotel. He glanced with an amused look from one to another of the nine boys who sat or stood around the room.
The boys had met with some strange experiences.