CHAPTER XXVII

THE DESERTED BUNGALOW "There's your landing," said Mr. Wherry, suddenly, as he shut off the power and turned the bow of the _Balsam_ toward the shore. "Where?" asked Sylvia. "Just ahead there, where you see that glimmer of light. I remember the place now. Queer I should forget it. But I was thinking of a party named _Roseman_ that had a bungalow up here last year. I got him mixed up with _Russman_, and that's why I went to the wrong place. But I'm all right now." The mistake he had made, however, had cost them some…