, declaring that his arm was
fully recovered, was fishing from the wharf.

The Governor drew from his pocket a telegram which Leary had carried up
to him while he was dressing.

"A cipher from Perky at Harbor Springs. He's got the provisions aboard
but reports that he suspects the tug is being watched. It's possible of
course that he and old Eliphalet were spotted at Cleveland when they
boarded the boat and that the Government is keeping an eye on the
_Arthur B. Grover_."

Archie fidgeted uneasily.

"We've got enough trouble on hand right here without bucking the Federal
authorities. Of course you'll warn him at once not to put in here!"

"My reply was sent instantly. I wired him to hold on to Eliphalet but to
drop all the men he didn't need to handle the tug at the first
convenient point and send them singly into the woods beyond Calderville
to await instructions. This is a dead port; nothing but driftwood has
landed here since the mill shut down three years ago."

"I tell you I don't like this at all! You can't run a pirate ship
through the Great Lakes without attracting attention. A policeman can
stand on the shore anywhere and throw a brick on board anything afloat."

"Really, you exaggerate, Archie," replied the Governor gently. "These
wide and beautiful waters invite the adventurous mariner and if piracy
appealed to me at all I'd rather enjoy levying tribute upon the
unprotected cities of the saltless seas."

Sally brought in a fresh pot of coffee and they waited for her to leave
the room.

"Only one thing interests me," declared Archie, "and that's the
immediate cleaning up of Carey. The Congdons have begun to bore me, if
you'll pardon my saying it! The old man and his plugged gold pieces and
the will he's reported to carry in his umbrella and the family row are
none of my business. If you want to give me a thrill of delight you'll
chuck everything connected with the name Congdon and concentrate on
Carey."

"Not so easy, with our friend Putney living here under the same roof.
Again I warn you that we must practise patience. Here comes Putney now."

They had reached the veranda, where Congdon joined them, proudly
displaying his string of perch. When Leary had borne his catch to the
kitchen Congdon became serious.

"Something's happened that bothers me a little. A man motored up here
awhile ago, looked the place over and asked me a lot of questions about
the hotel and its guests. You understand, Coml