answered Mr. Ringold. "They came down to Pin Island, one day last week, to make some drama scenes, and they haven't come back. Can you tell us where Pin Island is?"
"I can tell you where it was," said the man grimly. "Right out there," and he pointed to a spot where nothing but a swirling rush of muddy waters could be seen. "That's where the island was, and it's probably there yet, but you can't see it," he added.
"Did you hear, or see, anything of the players?" asked Mr. Piper.
"Well, I did hear that some of them were over there, just before the waters got so high," the man answered. "But what became of them I don't know. I'm very sorry, but I can't help you."
"Well, this is some information, anyhow," spoke Mr. Ringold. "We know we are on the right track."
"You'd best look for 'em below here," the man in the scow went on. "They couldn't hardly make their way against the current. You'll probably find 'em below. There's higher ground there, and they'd have a better chance."
"Is there another town near here?" asked Joe.
"Yes, Bellmead, about four miles below.
