"The tragic old fraud!" whispered Tom. "I've a good mind to face him just where he stands."
"Go slow! We don't know who is on board of that ship."
"Evidently friends to Crabtree, or they wouldn't let him hypnotize Dora's mother."
"Where can Dora be?"
"That remains to be found out."
"I wonder where that ship hails from?"
"One of the lake towns. She is an old vessel. There is the name—Wellington. That sounds as if she might be a Canadian."
"Perhaps Crabtree got both of them into Canada and then cast Dora adrift."
There was now a stir on the ship, and a fat old sailor came on deck.
"How long you say we stay in dees island, hey?" he asked, in a strong French-Canadian accent.
"We will sail as soon as the sun goes down," answered Josiah Crabtree.
"I no lak to stay here," went on the sailor. "You no pay for to stay here."
"I will pay you for your full time," answered the ex-school-teacher smoothly. "Do not worry on that account."
"You go on de land, hey?"
