who lets out a lot of boats for fishing, and made a bargain. The
skiff isn't the staunchest craft on the lake. Leaks a little, and
one oar has been split and mended, but it's all right for our little
use. Four dollars and a half--and we can sell it for something when
we get through using it."

"You're a great fellow, Hiram, I must confess," said Dave
admiringly.

"I'd like to do something to help on this trip of ours, you know."

"You've done a good deal this time, I can tell you that," declared
Dave. "I can manage all my plans finely, now."

They pulled the boat into the shelter of some rocks. Then they
returned to the rocky hollow. A good breakfast was in order. Dave
announced the importance of his getting to Anseton at once.

An hour later the little skiff was launched once more. Dave rowed
over to the mainland and lined the shore till well into city waters.
He secured the skiff near a public pier, and started on foot for his
destination.

Left to himself on the island, Hiram proceeded to dry his clothing.
Then he puttered about the machine. He read for an hour or two in a
book on aeronautics he found in the basket, well on towards the
afternoon.

Hiram got tired of waiting for Dave. He went through the tunnel
finally and roamed about on the rocky shore. There was more of