"Hi! Hi there!" he shouted. "Come out here."
Hastily donning their clothing the boys ran out of the house and
quickly joined Sam, who had leaped into a skiff that had been
fastened to the dock and was now rowing swiftly toward the head
of the island.
"What is it, Sam?" called Fred.
Sam, however, made no response and soon disappeared from sight
around the bend in the shore.
"What do you suppose the trouble is?" inquired John.
"I'm telling you," said George, "that Sam has seen something that
surprised him. He has been saying all the while that he was
afraid something might happen to the Black Growler."
"But nothing can happen to her to-night. It's perfectly clear.
There's no storm, and even Sam did not think it was worth while
to run her into the boat-house."
"That may be just the trouble," suggested Grant.
"I don't know what you mean," retorted George, quickly turning
upon his friend. "What might happen?"
"The thing that Sam seemed to be afraid of."
"But what is that?"
"Sam hasn't told me."
"That's all so," spoke up Fred, "but Sam has some reason for
being worried. I don't know what it is, and I think he ought to
tell us."
"Maybe he will when he comes back," suggested George.
"Back from where?" retorted John scornfully. "He's just started,
and nobody knows where he is going or when he is coming back.
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