The River Motor Boat Boys on the St. Lawrence

udently, acting like ignorant men clothed with small author

" one of the men announced, "or we'd rig

," Case flared back, "but you be sure and

go we received notice that you were coming, and we've been watching f

lifting his voice in order that he might be heard through the gl

of pirates and wreckers who had been luring vessels on the rocks along the bay was prepa

rovince," Alex taunted, "if all the King's of

talking to men of their stripe. Wait un

arrival of Captain Morgan, in charge of the steamer Sybil. To express it mildly, they were all very much elated at the appearance of Ca

the sailors to move up to the prow, "that your men have captured

, gathered on the forward part of the deck, scowled fi

inally said, suppressing his laughter. "We heard firing as

d your ruffians over on the island. The men who did most of the shooting are ther

ut in, "and perhaps they won't be so brave wh

now on the island?" asked the captain. "If t

ame up," Clay answered, "and I presume the

ell-dressed youngsters, then his eyes turned to the white b

ught I recognized the name of the Rambler. This menagerie of yours settles the point. You bro

so much about us? We rather expected to get away from our d

"Ever since the Rambler came riding up to the Newfoundland coast

"Suppose you send them over on the island to

e mainland. The sun was now shining brightly in the sky, and the whole landscape lay bright under its strong and r

sir," the sailor said. "Perhaps we

mer for more men, and drift down in your boats. You may be able to capture some of those outlaws, and," he add

ted Case. "We aren't anxious to get where the

he cook get up a fine breakfast, and you boys can tell me all about your river trips. I

g that it would save the washing of at least one mess of d

a chance to gather in some of the rewards, but after that I mus

bia, the Colorado and the Mississippi, and were rewarded with a break

ty-handed from their quest of the outlaws, "I wish you would tell me what all this rura

one delivered by the mysterious canoeist-to

ade to Jacques Cartier in 1541 by Francis I. of France. This grant, or charter, he claims, was confirmed to his family, the Fontenelles, in 16

med this grant so far as certain mineral and timber properties are concerned. For years Fontenelle has been t

property if he found it?" asked A

f the original charter would make the Fontenelles very wealthy, especially as the family

ily jewels to America in 1541," Case cut

turmoil. It was hinted that the Fontenelles did not favor these persecutions and that the jewels were shipped to the new world for greater safety. What

t, but tell me this-why should the Fontenelles, or their agents, send this let

recovery of this original charter was being fitted out at Quebec.

tioned Alex. "Where do they think this

pointed to an egg-shaped peninsula reaching out int

on has it that the papers and the jewels were hidden on its shore. The searchers, for

. "Where do we go to reach this peninsula? We

at country has been gone over with a microscope, almost, and

the map, anyway

ery one of our river trips, and we may as well keep up the record, so I propose

and even Captain Morgan seemed to gain e

er, straight to the north, you'll come to the egg-shaped peninsula. Keep to the right of it, and you'll enter a broad

smiled, taking the second letter from

ly before making any reply. His face clouded

met with opposition in their search for the lost channel. Some of the land claimed unde

leged that an association has been formed by the wealthier persons who are interested to defeat any attempt made to discover the chart

ween two hostile interests again! It al

eck the Rambler are not river pirates at all, but men sent here to obstruct, as f

the earth, so we'll just run away from them. In an hour after you leave here, we'll be in the east river look

e island, and it was agreed that the outlaws, whether wreckers or men employed to obstruct the search for th

of your campfire, and smell the odor of the summer woods. There are fine fish up in those rivers, boys

d Clay, and the steamer's boat car

ne of the rivers behind the egg-shaped peninsula. Just above the anchorage the water tumbled, from a high ledge. The boys ha

rose, "right about where we are si

ex, "but I don't see myself ge

wild country," Case contributed. "We'll be lucky if we

, "and I have concluded that they are fake o

river and the murmur of the leaves in the wind, came a long, low