reflected Mr. Daddles, "I'll know what to tell 'em."

The fog shut down thick before we got to the Cove, but we were
already so near that it didn't make much difference. We left the
boat at the slip where we had first seen it. The horse-car was
standing at the house, but we did not look for the driver.
Instead, we set out on our tramp back to Little Duck Island.

That was a dismal and tiresome walk. It was almost dark when we
started, and quite dark in half an hour,--a thick, foggy night.
Not one of us had looked at the road much on the way over; we had
been listening to the car-driver's battles with crime. It would
not have done us much good if we had looked, for everything
changes on a foggy night. After a while we came to a fork in the
road.

"Which of these is ours?" asked Jimmy Toppan.

"That's easy enough," said Ed Mason, "follow the car-track."

"Yes," said Mr. Daddles, "but there's a track leading up both of
'em."

"Toss up a coin," I suggested.

"I will, if you'll go back to that isle of treasure and find me a
coin."

So we chose the left-hand road. In doing so we chose wrong, for
after we had gone about a mile we met a man in a wagon, who told