you'd do? You'd grab at the nearest thing to you, wouldn't you! And
if you got hold of that boat-seat, for instance, you'd pretty near
hang on, wouldn't you? I saw _something_ in the bottom of the boat
when she came up."

"Yes, but we don't know the boat touched Lost Island----"

"No, of course not. But most always when I see a sign that says 'No
fishing allowed,' I know there's fish there."

"You certainly talk as if you were out of your head. What's fishing
got to do with it?"

"The man was not overly anxious to have us come out and make a
search of _his_ island. I'm going back up there and I'm going to
swim across or _get_ across and I'm going to find out what he has
there he doesn't want us to see. Are you game to go along?"

"But supposing there's nothing there, and the man----"

"That island doesn't belong to anybody. We've got as much right
there as he has. The worst he can do is to kick us off, and there's
only one of him against _two_ of us. Come on."

Before they left, however, they tipped their boat over and emptied
out nearly all the water. Then, as they had no oars to row her back,
they tied her by the short length of rope left, to a stout willow.
Jerry resumed his clothing, and shivering a bit in the cool morning
air, was eager to warm up with a good brisk walk.