"Where did he get that mule?" questioned Merwell.
"I'm sure I don't know. But this makes a mess of things. I didn't want that crowd to know we had taken the ice-boat," went on the dudish youth.
Dave picked up the cap which had fallen on the ice and ran up to the ice-boat. Those on board had run into the creek by mistake and were trying to turn the Snowbird around.
"What are you doing with that craft?" asked Dave.
"That's our business," retorted Nat Poole.
"I think it is my business. That boat belongs to Messmer and Henshaw."
"We found it, and we are going to have a sail back to Oak Hall," said Link Merwell.
"I don't think so," answered Dave, decidedly.
"What's that?" cried Merwell, sharply. He was a fellow used to having his own way.
"I want that boat. I was with Messmer and Henshaw, and we left the craft on the shore of an island. It's my opinion you two chaps ran off with her."
"See here, do you take me for a thief?" cried Link Merwell. And in his aggressive fashion he swaggered up to Dave.
"Not that, Merwell, but I think you took the ice-boat. I am going to take her back, so I can get our crowd aboard."
