"How come Mr. Harden to think he could find him?" demanded Jonas,
excitedly.
"Well, they both will have had to start where I did, yesterday. And
neither could have gone very far in the dark." Enoch spoke
thoughtfully. "If they don't kill each other!"
"They won't," interrupted Agnew comfortingly. "Neither of them is the
killing kind."
"Then I suggest," said Enoch, "that with all the dispatch possible we
get on our way. You two tackle the Ida and I'll take care of Milton
and the breakfast."
"Aye! Aye, sir!" Agnew turned quickly toward the boat, followed
eagerly by Jonas.
Milton opened his eyes when Enoch bent over him. "Let me give you a
sip of this hot broth, old man," said Enoch. "Come! just to please
me!" as Milton shook his head. "You've got to keep your strength and a
clear head in order to direct the voyage."
Milton sipped at the warm decoction, and in a moment his eyes
brightened.
"Tastes pretty good. Too bad we haven't several gallons of it. Tell
the bunch to draw lots for who goes out."
Enoch shook his head. "That's all settled!" and he gave Milton the
details of the trouble of the night before.
"Well, can you beat that?" demanded Milton. "The two fools! Why,
there were a hundred things I had to tell the pair who went out.
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