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RECREA TION. 



us with that in the boat there's seven 

 years for us, sure. I heard at Clayton, 

 before we left, that detectives are on the 

 job. Be careful as soon as we pass this 

 island. 



Here was I in a nice fix. In case of 

 capture there was nothing to exonerate 

 me. Seven years languishing in a 

 prison was not pleasant to look forward 

 to. Under the circumstances it took 

 but a few moments to make up my mind. 

 Rather than live in disgrace and con- 

 finement, guilty or not guilty, I would 

 make a fight and sell my life, if neces- 

 sary, rather than be captured. 



At the American end of Hickory 

 Island we stopped, took down the sail 

 and rowed across to the first American 



such a howling storm as we have been 

 getting. I rather think he will run 

 down to Hay Island, then along the 

 foot of the Grindstone, and up by Rob- 

 bins'. He would get shelter most of 

 the way then. No boat with a load 

 in her could have crossed the main 

 channel in such a blow." 



" Well, then, if he goes that way, Zip's 

 cutter will get him off Frink's Bay, and 

 if he should try to sneak down the 

 mainland Sam's cutter will get him at 

 Bartlett Point. If that black muzzled 

 cuss can run through the lot of us to- 

 night he's a smarter man than I ever 

 took him to be. Who'd ever have 

 thought that Mr. A. was mixed up in 

 this job? That explains how the boys 



Photo, by Hardy. 



WHERE ANGLERS LOVE TO LOITER. 



rock, which Joe proposed to climb and 

 survey the route ahead. We pulled in 

 alongside of it and Joe was about to 

 climb to the top when we heard 

 voices from the other side : 



" Can you see anything coming, 

 Jack?" 



" Not now, a few minutes ago I 

 thought I saw a sail creeping along the 

 lea side of Hickory, but the clouds 

 closed over the moon before I could 

 make out for certain. Well, I don't 

 think it can be Joe, for bold as he is, he 

 would not dare cross the channel in 



get rid of the stuff down in New York 

 without leaving any traces. No one 

 would ever have suspected him, and if 

 he had not come up to attend to running 

 off this cargo, he never would have been 

 found out. This will be a fine haul to- 

 night, boys, for we not only get the small 

 fry, but the principal, too. What's that 

 you say, Mike ? Afraid of Mr. A ?" 

 Mike answered. 



" Yes; I don't want him to draw a 

 bead on me. He's a dead shot. I once 

 saw him win a wager, up at Boxton 

 Harbor, by cutting the string that held 



