It was the night I rowed out to see who was making camp near us.

He shot out ahead of me in his canoe and disappeared.

I must have disturbed him." "But who--what ?" gasped Jane.
"I believe he is the man who has been following us and trying to drive us away.

I can't think of any other reason for his acting as he has.

He undoubtedly knows that we are somewhere about, and has been looking for us just as the boys themselves have been doing." "Good gracious," muttered Crazy Jane.