CHAPTER XXV ON CHESOQUE ISLAND

For a moment there was silence. d.i.c.k looked at Alfred Darkingham and then at Captain Wells.

"What do you think of this?" he asked of the captain of the tug.

The captain shrugged his shoulders.

"You do as you think best, Mr. Rover," he said slowly. "He can certainly have us arrested if we land without permission. And the authorities have been pretty strict lately-so many folks landing where they hadn't any business to."

"But if Mrs. Stanhope is here?"

"He says there is n.o.body but his crowd on the island."

"They may be in hiding," suggested Tom.

"If they are, they'll take good care to keep out of your way-if such a thing is possible."

"Let us leave!" put in Sam, in a low voice. "I've got a plan that may bring results."

"What?" demanded d.i.c.k.

"I'll tell you as soon as we are out of hearing," returned the youngest Rover.

The steam tug was backed away from the dock. Koswell and Larkspur grinned in triumph.

"Don't you think of coming back!" shouted Koswell.

"If you do, remember we are armed," added Larkspur.

"We'll remember what you have done-don't forget that," answered d.i.c.k, with some bitterness. It worried him greatly to have the search for Mrs.

Stanhope delayed.

"Now, what is your plan?" asked Tom of Sam, as soon as they were a goodly distance from the island.

"I propose we sail away and pretend to be going back to Portland. Then we can turn and come up on the other side of the island."

"They'll watch for us," said d.i.c.k.

"We might land at night."

"Yes, we could do that. But if we wait, we may be losing valuable time."

"I'll run for the next island and sail around that," said Captain Wells.

"That may throw them off the scent."

It took the best part of half an hour to gain the next island and round a convenient point. Here the tug was stopped, that they might decide on their next move.

"Oh, come on, let's do something!" cried Tom. "Let us sail for the other side of that island and chance it! If they come after us, we can easily steam away again."

So it was decided, and rounding the island they were at, they set a new course, so that they might reach Chesoque Island at a point directly opposite to where the dock was located. In the middle of the island were several rocky hills, so that the view from one side to the other was completely shut off.

"I'll have to be careful here," said Captain Wells, "I can't afford to strike on the rocks. Those chaps would let us drown before they would come to our a.s.sistance."

The steam tug came in slowly. It could not reach the island proper, but stopped at the first of a series of rocks.

"Let me have one of those pistols," said d.i.c.k, to the captain, and the weapon was handed over. Then Tom and Sam also armed themselves.

"You had better stand off," went on d.i.c.k to Captain Wells. "If we want you we'll fire three shots, or wave a handkerchief."

"Say, don't you want me along?" asked Larry Dixon. "I'd like a sc.r.a.p, if it comes to that."

"Come along if you want to," answered d.i.c.k. He saw that though the sailor was old he was strong, and not afraid to take his own part.

The boys and the tar lost no time in jumping from one rock to another until the main portion of the island was gained. Then they ran for the shelter of some bushes. In the meantime the steam tug moved away to such a distance that those aboard could be seen with difficulty.

"Now, if the others didn't see us land, we are all right," cried Tom.

"We don't want to make any noise," cautioned d.i.c.k. "Remember, they may be on the watch for us-Koswell and his cronies, and the Sobber crowd too."

"Do you think Koswell and Larkspur would give aid to those other rascals?" asked Sam.

"I think they'd do almost anything to make trouble for us, Sam. You can see how bitter they acted at the dock."

With caution the party of four began a tour of the island. They moved from the shelter of the bushes to a thicket of pines, and then climbed along a ridge of rough rocks.

"I'll crawl to the top," said d.i.c.k. "Then I'll have a pretty good chance to look around."

At the top of the ridge, however, he found the view somewhat disappointing. There were other ridges, and several thickets of pines and hemlocks, and at one point what looked to be a cliff with some caves beneath.

"It will take some time to explore this island," said he, as he came down. "I don't wonder that the smugglers used to use it. It's got a number of dandy hiding places."

"How in the world did the Sobber crowd learn of it?" asked Sam.

"I think I can answer that," said Tom "Josiah Crabtree once taught in a Portland school and he used to put in his summers on an island in this bay. More than likely, in cruising around, he heard of this island, and when he plotted to abduct Mrs. Stanhope he made up his mind it would be just the spot to bring her to."

"All providing she is here," added Sam. "We haven't proved that yet."

They moved on, and pa.s.sed another ridge of rocks. Then they came to a well-defined trail, running from one end of the island to the other.

"Let us follow this," said d.i.c.k. "If there are any buildings near the centre of the island they'll likely be on this road."

"Here is a spring!" exclaimed Sam, a minute later. "Say, that water looks good. I am going to have a drink."

All stopped to quench their thirst, for the day had been warm in spite of the breeze that was blowing.