"Do you prefer to go around that point?" asked Angy, with a sneer, which it was not light enough to see. "Of course we can't go around the point, for the sea is awful there," replied Mack, in a more subdued tone. "Why can't we stay where we are till the storm subsides a little?" "And let old Squalipop send a squad here to capture us! Is that your idea?" asked the chief. "Not exactly. They will not be likely to come here to look for us. This fellow did not go back to tell him that we had come this way. How heavy is the boat?" "It is not very heavy, and three of us can carry it well enough," answered Angy. "If that fellow would take hold and help us, it would be a light load for four of us." "Perhaps he will," added Mack. "Will you, my lad?" "I will not," replied Dory firmly. "Why not?" "I will not assist in your escape after you have committed a crime," the prisoner explained. "What is your name, my boy?" asked Chuck. "Dory Dornwood." "Dory Dornwood!" exclaimed Angy, with no little astonishment. "I heard Matt tell all about you last summer, and I don't need any introduction to you. He said you could whip your weight in wild-cats, and would die of thirst before you would drink a glass of beer." "I am not a fighting character," added Dory. "I should say not! I have handled you twice; and I don't know that I should have dared to touch you if I had known who and what you were," chuckled the leader. "But let us take hold of the boat, and see what we can do with it." "Won't you give us a lift, Dory?" asked Chuck. "I did you a good turn in the boat." "I cannot do any thing to assist in your escape, though I should be glad to reciprocate your kind act," replied the prisoner. "It's no use to waste words with him," interposed Angy. "He is the paragon of that school, and goes to the Sunday school." They raised the boat from the beach, and Mack declared that it was not half as heavy as he had supposed. They rested several times, and carried it to the water on the other side of the point without any great difficulty. Angy returned for the prisoner as soon as they had put the boat into the lake, and conducted him to it. He was put in the bow, where he had been before. The water was sheltered by the point; and though it was rough anywhere on the lake, it was smooth compared with its condition outside of the bluff. It was just a mile from Bluff Point to Gardiner's Island, beyond which Dory discovered the two masts of a vessel anchored there. He had already heard enough to assure him that the burglars had composed the crew of the schooner which had anchored in Beaver River. A portion of them had visited the school, and in this way had obtained some knowledge of the premises. "This storm won't last much longer," said Angy, as he looked out on the stormy lake. "The wind is hauling more to the westward."