“Don’t forget that young mischief maker, Joe Digby,” suggested Bill Bender.  “It was all his fault—­the young spy!”

“Oh, I’ll attend to him,” Jack assured his chum, with a grating laugh that boded no good for the youngest member of the Eagle Patrol.

CHAPTER XI

A FORTUNATE DISCOVERY

“Want to go fishing?” Rob inquired over the telephone of Merritt Crawford a few days later.

“Sure,” was the response.

“We can run into Topsail Island and get a site for the camp picked at the same time,” suggested Rob.

“Bully!  I’ll meet you at the wharf.  Going to bring Tubby?”

“You bet!  We’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“All right.  Good-by.”

At the time set the three boys met on the wharf of the yacht club, and were speedily ready to start on their trip.  Rob brought along bluefish squids and lines, and Tubby—­never at a loss to scare up a hurried lunch—­had a basket full of good things to eat.

The run to the island was made without incident, and the boys were glad to see that, contrary to the captain’s fears, his dog Skipper was all right again, for the animal came bounding and barking down the wharf as they drew near, in token of his gladness to see them.

Attracted by his dog’s barking, the old captain, who was at work in a small potato patch he cultivated, came hobbling to meet the boys as they tied up and disembarked.

“Well, well, boys; come ter stay?” he cheerily remarked, as the three lads shook hands.

“No, we’re off after ‘blues,"’ said Rob; “but we thought we’d drop in and see how things are coming along with you, and if you have heard any news yet concerning the robbery.”

“Not a thing, boys, not a thing,” said the old man.  “In fact, I haven’t left the island since my old safe was busted open.  Skipper, as yer see, got over his sickness.  It’s my belief that them fellers fed him poisoned meat or something.”

“I shouldn’t wonder,” remarked Rob dryly.  “It would be quite in their line.”

“By the way,” exclaimed the old man suddenly, “a queer thing happened the other day.  Skipper had been a-skirmishin’ round the other side uv the island after rabbits and critters, and he brought home this—­ Wait a minute and I’ll show it to yer.”

After some fumbling in his pocket, the old man produced a torn strip of yellow material with a brass button attached to it.

“I wonder where that come from,” he remarked, as he handed the fragment to Rob for his inspection.

“Why, it’s khaki,” exclaimed Rob, as he felt it.  “And, by hokey!” he ejaculated the next instant, “it’s a piece of a Boy Scout uniform!”

Old Skipper was jumping about in great excitement, and endeavoring to sniff the bit of torn material as Rob examined it, and a sudden idea struck the boy.

“I wonder if Skipper could pilot us to where he found this bit of material.”