"Are you willing to make the attempt?" queried Frank, promptly.

"Try me, that's all. Now that the old moon's up it will be just fun. I can make it in a little time, and hunt up the sheriff. Why, the lot of us may even be back here by morning, boys," replied Bluff, enthusiastically.

He always went into anything with his whole soul, though perhaps his ardor might cool sooner than the grim determination of Frank, or even Jerry.

"That would be fine. Well, since you don't object, suppose you get the canoe ready. Will and I will remain to watch the camp, because we seem to be surrounded by a raft of enemies, all eager to do us a bad turn if they can. With Jerry missing, the case looks serious, and something must be done to round these bad men up."

Bluff immediately jumped up and hurried over to where the three canoes were fastened together with the chain and padlocks. He proceeded to get his own boat free from all entanglements, and presently had it launched upon the water.

Then he came back for the paddle and to receive any parting instructions Frank might see fit to give him.

"Make reasonably good time, Bluff, but don't push yourself, mind.

There's no such great hurry as all that. When you get to town go right away to police headquarters and see if you can find Mr. Dodd."

"What if he happens to be away?" asked Bluff, wishing to be prepared for any emergency that might chance to arise.

"Then wait as long as you can for him. Should you get tired in the end, leave a letter to be delivered as soon as he shows up; then return to us here. It may be possible, even as you hint, that the sheriff is away hunting the woods to the south for those two rascally, thievish hoboes.

That's all, Bluff. Good-by, and good luck!"

Bluff shook hands with each of his chums. Then he gave his canoe a push that started it going out, sprang in over the stern with the accurate balance of an expert, picked up his paddle and commenced his moonlight cruise back to town.

Frank and Will stood there watching him as long as they could see the dark object upon the moonlit water of the lake; then they turned and silently entered the camp once more.

From somewhere out upon the great stretch of water came the strange cry of a loon that had lingered ere going to its northern summer home. The sound was particularly mournful, it seemed to Frank.

"Can he make it, do you think?" asked Will, who seemed unusually worried to-night; for all these stories about wonderful chances which he had lost had begun to work upon his mind.

"Without the slightest doubt. Why not? There's no sea running, the wind has died away to a whisper, and the moon is bright. Why, Bluff would like nothing better than a circuit of the entire lake at such a time,"

replied Frank.

"I was just wondering whether anything might get after him on the water, that's all," remarked the other.

"Chuck that sort of talk. Don't be a pessimist, Will. Of course he can make it, and, perhaps, as he says, they may all be here by morning, ready to gather in those clever rascals," declared Frank, stoutly.

"But why do you suppose they ever came here to Wildcat Island to hide?"

"I've been thinking about that. There's that Waddy Walsh you speak about--since he has lived here he possibly knows something about this place. Then again they may have heard about the wild man, and how the island is shunned by every one in the neighborhood. In that case, you see, it would offer a splendid hiding-place for a couple of men trying to escape the sheriff."

"Frank, you just seem to hit on the right thing. That must be the fact.

And our coming here rather upset their plans," said Will.

"Yes, but it gave them a supper last night. They must have been too hurried in their flight to lay in any stock of food. Perhaps they intended going across to the mainland from time to time, and stealing chickens from the farmers."

"I'll be jiggered if I can see how there could be any connection between those scamps and that wild man with the hairy hide. Perhaps it was an ape, and he has a mate on the island. Would you shoot him if you saw him, Frank?"

"H'm, that depends. Certainly not unless I thought my life was in danger. I say that, because I really believe myself that it is a human being. And I have a little suspicion that is hardly strong enough as yet to mention, but which I intend to think over. But let us settle down and take things as comfortable as we can. I'll stand watch for a while, and then let you take my place. Lie down and rest, Will."

CHAPTER XV--PLAYING THE GAME

"h.e.l.lo! Frank!"

"What now?" and the one addressed sat up suddenly, wide awake it seemed.

"It's morning," said Will, "and I'm tired of keeping watch, that's all."

Frank laughed good-naturedly.

"That's quite enough, old fellow. Time I was up and about, for this promises to be a day that we may mark with a white stone in the log of our outing. The sun is going to get in sight presently. No signs of Bluff coming back?"

"He hasn't arrived. I didn't look out over the lake yet. Seems to be something of a haze, or morning fog on the water, so you can't see very far," replied Will.

Frank stepped to where he could have a clear, un.o.bstructed view up the lake. As his chum had said, there were patches of fog rising off the water, but this was vanishing rapidly. Already one could see for quite some distance.

"See anything, brother?" called out Will, who was already beginning to put the coffee in the pot.

He had been on duty for several hours, and felt a bit hungry. Boys can eat six times a day when in the woods, for the open air seems to develop most tremendous appet.i.tes.

"Nothing except the solitary old loon that kept up such a screeching last night," replied the lookout, shading his eyes with his hand, the better to look.

"I don't like that. Hope nothing has happened to poor old Bluff."

"There you go again. What could happen to him? He's a cracking good swimmer, and even if he had an upset, which is most unlikely, he would hang to his canoe. The boat couldn't sink with metallic air-chambers at both ends," answered Frank.

"But surely he's had plenty of time to get there and back?"

"Granted; but you heard what I told him--to wait for a reasonable time if he found the sheriff away. No doubt Mr. Dodd is out searching high and low for the very fellows we know to be here on Wildcat Island. Give Bluff more time. Take my word for it, he will show up when he gets good and ready, if not with the posse, then alone. Bluff doesn't like to be left out in the cold when there's anything of a rumpus going on. Want some help getting breakfast, Will?"

"Perhaps so, unless you are contented to eat cold boiled rice; we've got plenty and to spare of that dish," answered the novice cook, with a grin.

"I rather think that would be a poor breakfast dish. The stomach wants something warm about this time. Are all the eggs that we brought gone?"

asked Frank.

"I saw several in the coffee can just now. Somebody stuck them in there to keep from breaking them, I guess. How will you have yours?" answered Will.

"Leave it to me, and I'll see that we have an appetizing mess. An omelet for mine, I think. But after all, I don't seem so very hungry. Worrying about Jerry has somehow affected my spirits, and a fellow can't eat much when he feels downcast."

In spite of all drawbacks both boys did full justice to the breakfast that was spread on the table after a little while. Will kept tabs on whatever his companion did.

"I'm going to learn how to cook everything that one would be apt to want in a camp; and if you don't mind explaining I'll begin right now to take a few lessons," he said as Frank started to break the eggs into a pannikin, preparatory to beating them up, and adding the shredded bits of ham they had left over from the previous day.

When the meal was finished and the dishes and cooking utensils properly washed up, Frank sat down to wait for Bluff to appear up the lake, while Will vanished inside the tent to bother with his films.

He had brought along an apparatus whereby he could develop these, no matter as to the time or conditions--daylight being just the same as darkness.