"Right away," said the fisherman, pocketing the bill with satisfaction. "My launch is tied up to the dock. Come on if you are ready."
In five minutes our little party was aboard the launch and headed for the island.
"Reckon there ain't much use going there," the fisherman remarked, as they sped along. "Someone has torn the cabin down and broken the dock you built all to pieces."
Charley smiled. Evidently Hunter had been doing all he could to discourage anyone else from occupying the island.
"We don't intend to live there, any more," he said. "I just want to go ashore there for a minute."
As the launch drew in close to the shore, he had him stop the engine and as soon as the keel touched bottom, he jumped overboard and waded ashore, carrying the launch's lantern.
"Wait here for me. I'll be back in a minute," he directed.
Once up near the cabin, he was not long in finding what he was after. He and his companions had taken in over a hundred dollars in cash from their sales of oysters and clams. It was too large a sum for them to risk carrying around in their pockets and they had not cared to leave it unguarded in the cabin while they were away fishing, so they had wisely put it in a glass jar and buried the jar in a safe place, keeping out only enough for pocket money.
The lad found their little treasure undisturbed and stuffing it into his pockets he hurried back to the launch.
"Now head over for the Roberts camp," he commanded, as soon as he climbed aboard.