An hour later we sailed into Bailey's Harbor. This was the only village of any size on Little Duck Island. A number of huts and houses, with one or two shops, stood about the head of the inlet. Behind them a road led up a hill, and then branched,--one road going off to the north-east, for the island was three or four miles long. The other road joined the causeway which had been built across the marsh in the rear of the island. Only this marsh separated the island from the mainland,--it was only an island in name, now. We came to anchor, and the Captain started us off on our trip to the place where the treasure was supposed to lie. He rowed us in to the wharf. "You ought to be back here by six o'clock. I'll leave yer canoe with Pike, all right,--I know where he hangs out, I guess. Take a good look round the island, an' if yer find any of the loot, don't forget me!" And then as we started up the wharf he called out: "Got any money with yer? There'll be hoss-car fares to pay, yer know." I felt in my pockets. "Mine's on the boat," I said. "So's mine," said Jimmy. "And so's mine," said Ed Mason. "That's all right," said Mr. Daddles, "I've brought some,--all the change we'll need." We went through the village and crossed the causeway. It was only a short walk to the end of the car line. Here was standing an old horse-car. The car was old, the horse was old, and the man who drove the horse was older still. He was sitting by the side of the road, and he eyed us suspiciously as we came up. "Didn't see no one else coming across the causeway, didger?" he inquired. "Not a soul." I "Guess I might's well start, then." He pulled a watch out of his pocket. "What do you make it?" Not one of us had a watch, so we couldn't make it anything at all. We thought it was about two o'clock. "'Taint," said the car-driver decidedly, with the air of a man nipping a fraud in the bud. "It's one fifty four. Didn't know but what Ike Flanders would be coming over, an' trying to bum his way with me as usual. Well, climb aboard, an' we'll get under way." All the way to Squid Cove he entertained us with an account of Ike Flanders' many attempts to get a ride for nothing. He had never succeeded, owing to the watchfulness of the driver. His whole life--the driver's--seemed to have consisted of a warfare against rascals and swindlers. People were always coming around with some scheme to cheat him, but he had defeated them all. When he found that we were going to row across to Fishback Island, he said he guessed he could let us take a boat,--for fifteen cents. It came out that he not only drove the horse-car, but sold fish and lobsters, ran a boarding-house, and had one or two boats to let. He left the horse-car standing in front of his house, and came down to the water to show us the boat.