They were sure then that the boys were engaged in some mad enterprise: and at about eleven o'clock the two gentlemen reached home, without having obtained any intelligence of Charles.
"Have you discovered anything, Ben ?" asked Captain Sedley.
"Yes, sir; I heard voices in the direction of Center Island." "They are there, then," replied Captain Sedley, as he repaired to the boat-house.
About one o'clock the fog lifted, and revealed to the astonished party the camp of the Rovers.

A large fire burned near the two tents, around which the boys were gathered, for the weather was so inclement as to render Tim's enterprise anything but romantic.
The Sylph, the two club boats, and Joe Braman's "gondola" lay near the shore, apparently uninjured.
"This is a mad frolic," said Captain Sedley; "but we may be thankful it is no worse." "My boy in company with such young scoundrels!" added Mr.Hardy, bitterly.
"He is sick of them and the adventure I will warrant." "I hope so." "Charles never did like Tim Bunker," suggested Frank.
"What is to be done ?" asked Mr.Hardy.
"We can do nothing; they have all the boats.

They have managed well, and we are helpless." "Can't we build a raft, father ?" added Frank.
"If we did, they would take to the boats and keep out of our way.

Go to the house, Frank, and bring me the spy-glass.

We will examine them a little more closely." "They'll get enough on't afore to-morrow," said Uncle Ben.
"It will cure them of camping out." "Tim said, the last time he was with us, that we ought to camp out," added William.
"The best way is to let them have it out till they are sick on't," continued Uncle Ben.