CHAPTER XIV. HARRY HEARS A NOISE IN THE BUSHES.
"And now for some sleep."
Ralph spoke, as, after enjoying a hearty breakfast of fruit, steaks andcoffee, the two latter cooked on the _River Swallow's_ electric broilerby Percy Simmons, the three boys, who had passed such a sleepless,trying night, yawned openly in each other's faces.
Malvin had the wheel with orders to steer direct for Dexter Island.Ralph had already questioned the man and, as Harry Ware had prophesied,Malvin, the inscrutable, had his excuses all down "pat."
It was as he had said, he declared. The swift current at the point fromwhich the lads had left the larger craft in the tender had caused theanchor to drag. Caught by the swift current, and with only the Norwegianto run the engines, Malvin declared he had had a narrow escape fromgoing on the rocks.
His story was circumstantial, direct, and told without the flicker of aneyelid. Ralph had no choice but to accept it, as well as Malvin'sexplanation that he had been searching for the boys ever since he hadregained control of the large craft.
It is almost unnecessary to say that Ralph, in view of his suspicions ofthe man, did not believe, at least as a whole, Malvin's carefullydetailed story. In fact, he resolved to question the Norwegian hand atsome later time. But it may as well be stated here that from Hansen, astolid fellow who fully lived up to his title of "squarehead," the boyswere able to glean but little.
Ralph and his chums slept till noon. They were astonished when HarryWare, the first to awaken, peeped out of a porthole and announced thatthey were lying at the dock at Dexter Island.
"Confound that fellow Malvin," muttered Ralph. "I told him to call us assoon as we landed off the island. We must have got here more than twohours ago, and yet he let us sleep; just another instance of hiscarelessness."
There came a knock on the cabin door.
"Come in," cried Ralph, and then, as Malvin entered with a folded paperin his hand, he demanded why they had not been called.
"My father was expecting----" began Ralph, when Malvin interrupted him.
"Begging your pardon, sir, here is a note from your father."
"A note?" exclaimed Ralph, in an astonished voice.
"Yes, sir."
"I don't just see why dad should send me a note, when he is here on theisland himself," said Ralph, as he took the folded paper.
"That's just it, sir, if I may say so," said Malvin, more obsequiouslythan ever; "you see, he isn't here."
"Not here!"
"No, sir. He left the island last night on Mr. Collins' boat. Theservant who handed me the note said that it would explain everything."
"All right. You can go, Malvin."
Ralph unfolded the paper and saw that scrawled on it in his father'sbig, forceful writing were a few words. It was characteristic of theolder Stetson that he didn't waste words when he had anything to say.The note read as follows:
"Dear Jack: Called away to Montreal. Conference on a steel-rail deal forthe new Georgian Bay Railroad. Can't tell when I'll be back, but getalong as best you can and enjoy yourself.
"Dad.
"P. S.--I hailed Collins' boat as she went by and he will take me toPoint Lalone, where I can catch the Grand Trunk for Montreal. My addresswill be Imperial Hotel, Montreal."
"Well, if that isn't too bad! Just when we need his advice, too," burstout Harry, as Ralph concluded reading the brief note aloud to his chums.
"It is hard luck. But it's just like dad," laughed Ralph. "Here he comesup here for a vacation, and the first thing you know he's plunging offto Montreal to bury himself in work again!"
"That's the American business man all over," commented Percy Simmonsjudicially; "duty before pleasure; the nose to the grindstone always."
"No danger of your ever being taken that way," scoffed Harry Ware; "ahammock and a big glass of ice cream soda for you, if you ever getrich."
"Oh, I don't know that I'm any exception to some folks I know," retortedPercy airily.
"Say, fellows, let's go up to the house," suggested Ralph. "I want tomake some inquiries about what time dad left, and so on. Then thisevening we might take a run over to the Canadian shore and send a wireto the Imperial."
"All right," rejoined Harry; "suits me."
"Look out, we might encounter that spook craft again," said PercySimmons teasingly.
"Oh, all right for you," retorted Harry, flushing up, "you, buried downin the engine room! You didn't see that boat when she burst out into agreen glare. I thought sure it was that _Lost Voyageur_ craft that theytell about."
"I've a notion," remarked Ralph, as they walked up the path leading fromthe boat landing to the large, handsome house that topped a risingknoll, "I've a notion that others than ourselves might be interested inhearing about that ghost craft."
"Who, for instance?" asked Harry.
"Why, the authorities. I've a strong inclination to report the matter tothe Canadian police when we run over there to-night."
"Why not kill two birds with one stone and run into Cardinal? We couldfind out there how our young friend is getting along, and also do whatyou suggest. But what makes you think the authorities would beinterested in the matter?"
"Why, just this. That craft is engaged in some sort of nefariousbusiness, probably smuggling. It's the only plausible explanation forthe conduct of those on board her, and all their devices to throwpursuing craft off her track."
"Smuggling! I guess you've hit the nail on the head, all right, Ralph.But why should she have been seen off this island?"
"That is exactly what I want to find out," was Ralph's rejoinder. "Infact, if I wasn't so certain that some link exists between that queer,night-roving boat and Dexter Island, I wouldn't take so much trouble torun all possible clews down."
"Hark! What was that?" exclaimed Harry Ware suddenly, stopping andwheeling right about face.
"What?"
"I heard a rustling sound in that clump of bushes," explained the boy.
"Gracious! More spooks. You've got 'em on the brain," scoffed PercySimmons loudly.
"Say, just can that comedy stuff of yours, will you?" demanded HarryWare. Then turning to Ralph, he said, "It wasn't my imagination, Ralph.I sure heard something in there."
"Probably a squirrel. There are several on the island," rejoined Ralph.
"Yes, make a noise like a nut and maybe he'll come out," kindlysuggested Persimmons.
"Thanks for the suggestion, but I'll leave that to you. You see, youcould do it more naturally," parried Harry Ware, to Percy'sdiscomfiture.
"We'll take a look in there just to satisfy ourselves," said Ralph, who,for some reason, appeared to take Harry Ware's report more seriouslythan did Persimmons.
But a search of the clump revealed no sign of life, human or animal.
"Score up another one to the spooks," chuckled Persimmons.
But it was no spook or animal, either, that had made the rustling soundwhich Harry's sharp ears had detected. It was a man; Malvin, in fact. Hehad glided like a weasel from the boat the instant the boys left it.Following a circuitous track, veiled from the main path by floweringshrubs and ornamental bushes, he had secreted himself in the clump ofplants to which Harry had drawn attention.
He had heard almost every word of the latter part of their conversation,and an evil smile mantled his face as he listened. When the boys stoppedshort he had glided off like a snake through the screening shrubbery,and as he went he muttered words that boded no good to the boys, shouldthey put into effect their intention of informing the Canadianauthorities of the "ghost craft" and its ways.
Clearly Ralph had not guessed wrongly when he hazarded the belief that alink existed between Dexter Island and the mysterious men of thenight-roving motor boat.
The link was Roger Malvin.