kept watching the three men about the fire. The boys' approach demanded the utmost caution.
Foot by foot they made their way closer to the trio about the blaze until at last they were so close that they could distinguish what the men were saying. Also, they could distinguish the faces of the speakers.
They were the three men who had been in the motorboat the day of the storm in Barmet Bay!
Although the boys had expected this, they could scarcely restrain murmurs of astonishment. This proved definitely that the motorboat they had seen that morning was the same motorboat that had followed them in Barmet Bay.
The boys listened.
"No answer to that letter yet, is there?" one man was asking.
The fellow by the fire shook his head.
"No answer yet. Oh, well, we can wait."
"We can't wait forever," grumbled the other. "I'm not keen on staying on this confounded island much longer.
"There's lots worse places," remarked the man at his side significantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Jail."
"Oh, I suppose so. But I wish this business
