As they turned away, a flock of screaming crows circled close overhead.
"Let's take a look at the cabin," suggested Sam. "Seems most as old as the cliff."
"Nothing left of the door, and window isn't much better," said Tom. "Wonder who could have lived here."
"Most likely some old crank," put in Dick, as he peeped inside.
The cabin contained a shaky table, a stool with one leg missing and an empty box, all thickly covered with dust.
"Interesting, but it smells kind of musty," said Sam. "Let's skip."
The descent was made quickly.
"Well, well—what boat is that?" cried Fenton, suddenly.
The group, at that moment, had come in sight of the camp.
"As I live, the 'Dauntless'!" exclaimed Dick. "Doesn't that beat all?"