He ate quickly, but daintily, and was not all uncouth. From time to time he glanced about like some frightened animal.
"They calls me The Loon," he went on. "But I know some things. I know more than they want me to."
"Do you think you could pilot this boat to Mr. Stonington's place?" asked Mollie with much anxiety.
"Yes, Miss, I could. I know my way all around these waters. I can take you there. But we ought to help him—help Tom and the other one. I promised I'd come for you."
"Then tell us where Tom is—who has him—how did he come to send you for us—who is 'the other one'?"
Betty questioned thus rapidly. The Loon passed his hand over his forehead as though to brush away the cobwebs from his poor brain. Then he said:
"The same men caught him, Miss.
"What same men?"
"The ones who were after me. There's a camp back there in the woods, and they have him, and the other one, too. I started for help for him long ago, but they got after me and took me back. Then they brought Tom in this afternoon. He saw me and told me to come for you. They
