of knowing that the most important of their
human game had not been warned of what was being done.
"Say, how would it do to move our camp down opposite Dollar Island
after dark?" Jim asked, when they were some distance from the shore.
"We could then take the chances of running over to search the place,
and wouldn't have so far to go."
"We'll try it," Jet replied, as he steered the boat away from the
islands.
When the two arrived at the camp the prisoner was carried into the
shanty, and there so covered with boughs and blankets that any one
passing would not have had any suspicion a human being was concealed in
the vicinity.
A hearty dinner was next on the programme, and then arrangements were
made for moving camp.
Jim thought they would not be warranted in building a shanty at the
proposed halting-place, unless loose brush could be found, since the
noise of an axe might betray their whereabouts, and he also decided
against a fire.
"I'll cook up a lot of stuff this afternoon," he said, "and then we
must get along with cold grub. Can't you catch some fish while I'm
working over there?"
Jet rowed the boat a short distance out into the lake, and soon had all
he could do to attend to his line, so rapidly did the finny denizens of
the water attack the bait.
He brought ashore as many as would serve them for food during the next
three days, and the small guide cooked every one.
All this work was not completed until after nightfall, and Jim was
eager to be off.
"It is so dark that they can't see us now," he said, "and after the
moon rises things will be different."
"We'll feed the prisoner, for I reckon he needs something by this time."
Jet removed the gag, while Jim stood over the fellow with a cocked
revolver, and a plentiful supply of fish, bacon, and water was put in
his mouth, after which he was "bottled up" again, as the guide
expressed it.
The craft was loaded as before; but this time Jet took the oars,
because Jim was so well acquainted with the lake that he was needed at
the helm.
"Be careful not to run too near the islands," the amateur detective
said, as he made ready for work, "and after we start not a word must be
spoken, for sound travels farther on the water than the land."
"Don't pull too hard, and be careful about splashing with the oars."
"Shove off, I'm ready."
During the next hour nothing was said. The little boat moved silently
through the waters, and at the end of
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