That's it! The horse is mixed up in this, I'll bet my head." They sat upon the ground for several minutes, he thinking deeply, she listening with her pretty ears intent.
"I wonder if they've left anybody to guard our boat ?" he said suddenly.
"Come on, Marjory; let's investigate! By George, it would be just like them to leave it unprotected!" Once more they were moving cautiously through the brush, headed for the river.

Mr.Jack Barnes, whoever he was and whatever his crime, was a resourceful, clever young man.

He had gauged the intelligence of the pursuers correctly.

When he peered through the brush along the river bank he saw the skiff in the reeds below, just as they had left it.
There was the lunch basket, the wee bit of a steamer trunk with all its labels, a parasol and a small handbag.
"Goody, goody!" Marjory cried like a happy child.
"Don't show yourself yet, dearie.

I'll make sure.