The sun ought to be up almost any minute now."

"Look behind you, old man. Right where we're headed, and tell me
what you see."

Jerry turned in his seat. He took one quick glance toward Lost
Island, now less than a hundred feet away, and then gave a low cry
of dismay.




CHAPTER V

A STARTLING CLEW


There was a streak of light in the western sky, whether caused by
the low-hanging, mist-hidden moon or a freak reflection of the
coming dawn. Against that patch of brightness the northern headland
of Lost Island loomed up high and barren save for its one tall tree.
But it was neither headland nor tree that caught Jerry's attention
and caused the gasp of dismay.

Standing there, bold and menacing, looking like a giant against the
queer light, was a man.

Whether it was the same one who had hailed them earlier in the
morning, the boys could not of course know. But there was no doubt
about the equal unfriendliness of his attitude, for through the