"We sure have hit a sensation of some sort," Hal declared.
"What"ll we do?"
"I don"t know what under the sun to do," Cub replied. "I don"t like to pa.s.s him up, for fear he may be telling the truth; and yet, I don"t like to be the victim of a joke."
"I tell you what to do," Bud suggested, without any seriousness of intent, however. "Make a dash over the lake in your father"s motor boat and rescue this Robinson Crusoe."
"By Jiminie, Bud!" exclaimed Cub enthusiastically! "You"ve hit the nail on the head. Our vacation problem is solved. That"s what we"ll do, all of us. I don"t care whether it"s a joke or a tragedy; we"ll make a voyage of discovery over that way and see if we can"t find Crusoe"s island. What say you, fellows?"
CHAPTER III
Talking It Over
What could the fellows say?
They couldn"t say anything at first, so astonished were they at the announcement from Cub. Then so great was their eagerness, following the recovery from their astonishment that about all they could do was to "fall over each other" in their efforts to express their approval.
At last, however, the "panic of joy" subsided, and they began to sift out the obstacles that must naturally obtrude themselves in the way of such a scheme that involved such departure from the ordinary course of events.
"Do you think your father will let us go?" asked Hal somewhat apprehensively.
"We"ve taken trips alone before," Cub reminded.
"Yes, but only for short trips along the sh.o.r.e or up the ca.n.a.l," Hal replied. "Ontario"s a rough lake, you know."
"Yes, but safe enough if you"re used to it," Bud reasoned, coming to the aid of his lanky friend. "If necessary, we could follow the bend of the sh.o.r.e all the way and never get out of sight of land."
"That would make the trip longer and consequently take so much more time to get there," reasoned Cub.
"Time"s precious in a case like this," Hal averred. "Remember that we must get up there in time to save a fellow with no food on hand from getting an empty stomach."
"How long would the trip take?" asked Bud.
"Well, let"s see," said Cub, picking up a pencil and beginning to figure on a tab of paper before him. "The Catwhisker can make twelve miles an hour under favorable conditions. We could start early in the morning and reach the Thousand Islands surely by noon, and then have the rest of the day to hunt for Mr. Robinson Crusoe."
"It might be like hunting for a needle in a haystack," suggested Hal dubiously.
"Why shouldn"t we be able to find him?" Cub demanded.
"It depends on how well Mr. Crusoe can describe his surroundings for us and how well we can follow directions," Hal argued.
"That"s true enough," Cub admitted. "Let"s see if I can get "im again and what he can tell us."
He had no difficulty in picking up the "desperate Mr. Crusoe" again, for the latter proved to be "sparking" the ether with frantic calls in search of the radio boy on whom he believed he had made a serious impression, but who seemed, for some unhappy reason, to have forgotten him.
"I was just discussing your case with a couple of friends," Cub explained. "We thought we might make a run down your way in a motor boat if you could give us a clear idea where your island is located."
"I can"t give you any lat.i.tude and longitude," was the "islander"s"
reply. "I was captured in my motor boat only a mile or two away from home. Then I was blindfolded and put here on this island by the rascals.
It"s a small wooded island surrounded by several other small wooded islands, making it impossible for me to hail pa.s.sing boats. I will be glad to pay your expenses and enough more to make it worth your while if you will find me and get me away from here."
"I don"t know how we"d find you without cruising among the Thousand Islands a week or two," returned Cub. "Have you a flag of distress flying?"
"It wouldn"t do any good. n.o.body would see it."
"Oh, I have an idea!" suddenly exclaimed Hal, for he and Bud had put their receivers back on their ears when Cub began to communicate with "Mr. Crusoe" once more.
"Hold the wireless while I talk with my friends," Cub directed to the fellow "at the other end of the ether". Then he removed the phones from his ears, and the other boys did likewise.
"Well, what"s your idea, Tee-hee?" the operator demanded with something of a tone of business challenge.
"Why, all we need is a radio compa.s.s," Hal replied. "You know I made one last summer, although I didn"t have much use for it. We can install it on the boat and make a bee line for that fellow"s island if he keeps his spark busy to guide us."
"Good!" exclaimed Bud. "That"ll settle the biggest problem before us."
"Yes," Cub agreed. "You"re a regular Thomas Edison, Jr., Tee-hee. I think we"ll have to elect you captain of this expedition."
"If we make it," Bud conditioned with a slightly skeptical grin.
"My opinion, if it"s worth anything to you guys," said Cub; "is that we"d better map out our plan thoroughly before we say anything about it to our fathers. Then we can put our arguments in convincing manner."
"We must finish our plan to-night, for we ought to start not later than Wednesday morning," Bud argued. "That"ll give us one day to get ready in."
"We"ll need all that," said Hal. "Now, let"s get busy, boys, and see how near our plan is finished. It"s after 10 o"clock, and I"ll have to go pretty soon. If we go, we"ll need--"
"Some food," itemized Bud.
"Yes, enough for us and to feed a starving Robinson Crusoe," amended Cub, beginning the list on a fresh sheet of paper.
"And drinking water."
"No. 2," commented Cub, as he jotted it down.
"And we ought to have a wireless set on hand," Hal suggested.
"Sure," said Cub. "You bring that and your loop aerial. This set is too big to transfer on board very well."
"That about completes the list, doesn"t it?" asked Bud.
"We"ll have to have a permit," said Hal.
"Permit for what?" Bud inquired.
"A permit from Mr. Perry to go."
"You"re kidding now," said Bud. "Maybe you think this is all a joke."