"Yes, I can swim," returned Matt, "but I hope that won't be necessary!"
Moving along cautiously where the rocks stuck up the highest, the young auctioneer worked his way slowly over to the island he had previously pointed out. It was painful work, for he had taken off his shoes, and now he found the bottom in many places cut his feet. But at last the island was reached, and he walked out upon the dry ground.
It did not take Matt long to discover the wagon tracks for which he was searching. They were close at hand, and led almost in a straight line across the little patch, which was not over two hundred feet in width.
"Here they are!" he shouted back to the others. "He went right across just as I supposed."
"Humph! Now what is to be done?" questioned the agent, with a perplexed look upon his face.
"We must cross and follow him," replied Andy determinedly.
"Do you want me to take the horse and wagon across?"
"Why not? The thief took that heavily loaded wagon over. I guess this light affair will go over all right."
