"I don't understand your language," replied John. "In your superlunary efforts to appear intellectual you sometimes state things that are incomprehensible, even to people of my limited intellectual parts." "Oh, quit!" broke in Fred, "don't spoil the day and scare the fish away. I want to tell you about Professor Jackson. You know him, don't you?" "Yes," replied Grant, "he's the man who came on Monday, isn't he? The man who is making investigations of the island, digging up all sorts of relics?" "That's the man," acknowledged Fred. "Yesterday he dug up some cannon balls. He said they were relics of the French and Indian war." "They were all right," said George. "I know, for one of the guides told me that they were the same balls that had been dug up by every old fellow for the last twenty-five years." "A new crop?" laughed Fred. "Not at all. They are the same old cannon balls. They plant them every spring and give pleasure to some of these old fellows, who are traveling around the island in their gentle, antiquated gait looking for things that belonged to our grandfathers. They give them the childish pleasure of making 'discoveries' every year." "I should think they would take the balls away with them," suggested John. "No, they leave them for the historical interest they provide for the visitors. You go up to the reception room and you'll find some there now in the glass case. They are a part of the same crop." "That's all right," laughed Grant. "It's an easy way to keep the old people interested." By this time the _Gadabout_ had gained the lower point of Drummond Island, thirty-five miles from the place from which they had started more than two hours before this time. Across the narrow channel they saw the shores of Cockburn Island. The latter was within the Canadian boundaries and as the captain of the _Gadabout_ had explained, the boys would not be permitted to fish in the waters along its shore without a special permit from the Canadian officials. The shore which they were approaching apparently had no buildings of any kind. There were high bluffs and rocky points, but no house was within sight. "Captain," called Fred, "why are you taking us to this island?" "I'm not taking you to this island," responded the captain. "I'm going to take you past it. I'm not fool enough to try to dodge the Canadian laws." Both the captain and his mate were watching the shore of the island, which every moment was becoming more distinct. Unexpectedly on a bluff far to the left a man was seen standing and suddenly he appeared to become aware of the approaching _Gadabout_. Turning abruptly about he several times waved a white cloth, which he held in his hand, to parties that apparently were behind him. Then, once more facing the waters, he again waved the cloth. Instantly and with a grin of satisfaction appearing on his face the captain changed the course of his motor boat.