mind, Arnold Baxter; remember the old saying, 'He laughs best who laughs last.'"
"I'm not here to listen to your back talk," growled Arnold Baxter. "Come, captain, let us be going," and he arose.
"You've brought this treatment on yourselves," said the captain, with a shrewd look into the boys' faces. "I was of a mind to treat you kindly before. You know that."
"Come," insisted Arnold Baxter, and caught the captain by the arm. "Don't waste words on them. There will be time enough to talk when we reach the island." And then the two walked off, closing and locking the passageway door after them.
"The island?" repeated Sam. "Then they intend to take us to some lonely island, Tom!"
"I wouldn't be surprised. I've noticed by the shafts of light coming through the cracks overhead that we are sailing northward. We must be in Lake Huron by this time."
"One satisfaction, they left our right hands free," continued the youngest Rover. "And I must say that stew just touched the spot."
Again the hours drifted slowly by. The boys had really lost all track of time. They dozed off and did not awaken until some time later.
