Handcuffed as they were, Tom and Sam felt their way along through the dark hold until they reached their elder brother's side. They grasped his hands warmly.
"I'm glad we are together again, even if we are prisoners," remarked Tom, and this was his younger brother's sentiment, too.
"How did you get here?" asked Dick, and each told his story from beginning to end, and then the elder Rover had to relate his own adventures.
"I knew that old doctor wasn't telling the truth," burst out Tom. "Oh, but won't we have an account to settle with all of those chaps, if ever we get out of this scrape."
"Don't let us hurrah until we are out of the woods," added Dick soberly. "We are in the hands of a desperate gang, to my way of reasoning."
"The Baxters are certainly bad enough."
"And any boat captain who would go into this game with them is probably just as bad. Whom did you leave on the yacht?"
"Aleck, and the lumberman who was on the raft with you."
"I wonder if they will follow this schooner?"
No one could answer this question, and for several minutes there was a silence. During that
