"It certainly does," answered Sam Randall; "and it was queer, too, how Mr. Wingate tried to euchre us out of it. Seemed to consider himself the guardian of the whole crowd."
"Got any new ideas, Bob, about that mysterious finish of the 'Rambler' and all the other strange happenings?"
"No! But it will be our fault if we don't find out."
"Clair Bay is quite a town," broke in Tom Clifton; "look at all the mills and factories."
The shore line, rapidly receding, enabled them to get a good view of it. From many chimneys smoke was pouring forth, while jets of white steam here and there spurted upward amidst the darker masses.
"Hello, fellows!"
This exclamation, uttered by a familiar voice, caused them to turn quickly.
Nat Wingate stood close by, grinning down at them.