"It is a dandy,
too. I had made up my mind to try to drag it to the water and row to the
mainland if no one came soon, but your arrival drove all thoughts of it
from me. It is back here just a short distance."
"Wyckoff was telling me that boats were sometimes washed ashore on these
islands. That reminded me of it. I wonder if it wouldn't be a good idea
to ask Mr. Wyckoff to drag the boat to the water for us. He's been very
obliging and I don't want to overwork him without paying him for his
trouble," Tom added sarcastically.
"Hurray!" shouted Jack. "The very thing! And that may replace the one we
brought from Mobile and gave to that other fellow,--what was his name? I
never was much of a hand to remember names."
"I know--Carlos de Sneakodorus Madero!" announced Harry.
"Well, he got a boat from us, and it's only right we get one from his
boss," asserted Tom. "Did you know your hired man stole our boat?" he
inquired, turning to Wyckoff, who looked very humble.
"No, sir," replied that worthy. "I know the young fellow, but he is not
hired by me. I don't know what you mean about his stealing your boat. I
never told him to do such a thing!"
"All right; you've got a story coming, then. You just ask him when you
see him again. He'll tell you," was Tom's information.
"Lead us to the boat, Frank," requested Jack. "Mr. Wyckoff seems to be
just crazy to help us launch the rowboat."
Frank led the way to where a pile of great timbers and plank had been
cast up by the angry waters during a recent storm.
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