three rowdies a scare that would send them flying down the river, not to
come back again.

Max thought he saw a way of accomplishing this much-to-be-desired end.
He had in his pocket several flashlight powders that he had intended
using in the line of photography, if the occasion ever arose for trying
to take a picture during the period of darkness. With them he also
carried a clever little arrangement fashioned after the style of a
pistol, whereby with a pressure of one finger the flash could be brought
about.

There, they were talking again, after all of them had been trying their
hardest to make out the conformation of the shore near which they were
at the time.

"Reckon yuh must move in a little closer, Ted, if so be yuh 'spect us
tuh see just where tuh land," Shack remarked.

"Don't you think we ought to go a little slow about landing?" remarked
Amiel, who evidently had certain fears of his own, which same caused his
soft oily voice to quiver painfully.

"Aw! what's the matter with you?" grated Ted, savagely. "Just acause
them fellers go to talkin' 'bout ghosts and all that stuff, you're
afraid, that's what! Sho! didn't we see Max Hastings and his crowd there
on the foot of the plagued island? If they could stay here two nights
a'ready, what's a-goin' to hurt us inside of only one hour, tell me
that, hey?"

When Max heard this he came near chuckling. It seemed to answer the