"A plan to avoid trouble with the fishermen and keep Chris from all harm."
"Let's hear it," demanded his chum, rousing up a little.
"Wait until morning. I haven't thought out all the details yet. Get to sleep if you can. We'll need all the rest we can get for to-morrow is going to be a busy day."
It seemed to the weary little party that they had hardly closed their eyes when they were awakened by the sun shining in the cabin windows.
Hastily dressing, they got aboard the skiff and made for the dock.
There was a crowd gathered in front of the shacks and they clambered up on the wharf unobserved.
Beside the fishermen, Mr. Daniels was standing in the group and with him was a stocky, determined-looking man, wearing a revolver, whom the boys took to be a sheriff.
"Good morning, friends," called Mr. Daniels when he caught sight of the little party. "Come here. Perhaps you can tell us something about last night's affair. These fellows here seem to know nothing about it."
Briefly, Captain Westfield told the little they knew of the trouble.