"Are you sure you left her here?" asked Tom. "Don't be a fool, Tommy, if
you can help it," answered Bob shortly. "Of course we're sure."
"Then--where is she?"
"Well, if we knew we wouldn't be standing here answering your idiotic
questions," replied Nelson. After which he and Bob, each having sat on
Tom, regained some of their equanimity.
"You don't suppose anyone has swiped her, do you. Nel?" Bob asked
anxiously.
"Looks like it," was the answer. "Only--how could they get in to start
the engine?"
"Are you sure you locked the door?"
"Positive. And here's the key. And the only other one is in the cabin,
unless Dan has it; he had it a couple of days ago."
"They might have burst the locks, I suppose," said Bob. But Nelson
looked doubtful.
"They might break the padlock on the hatch, but the door lock is a
pretty stiff one to get at. I suppose they might have picked it,
though."
"Maybe they didn't start the engine," said Tom. "Maybe they just towed
her away as she was."
"That's right, Tommy!" exclaimed Bob. "That's just about it. If she's
been stolen that's the way they've done it. Besides, even if anyone
could get the door open Barry wouldn't let them stay in the engine room
long enough to turn the wheel over. He'd scare 'em out in no time. He
wouldn't let anyone but you or Tommy or me go down those stairs."
"Or Dan," suggested Tom thoughtfully.
"Dan, of course," answered Bob.
"And Dan had the other key, maybe," continued Tom.
"Yes, I think so," said Nelson. "By Jove, Tommy, you're right! Perhaps
Dan has gone off with her!"
"Nonsense!" said Bob. "He wouldn't know how to start her, to say nothing
of running her after she was started!"
"I'm not so sure," answered Nelson. "He's watched things pretty
carefully lots of times, come to think of it. Besides, it wouldn't make
much difference to him whether he knew how or not. If he wanted to do it
he would, and he's a lucky beggar."
"But could he have got back as early as this?" asked Bob.
"Let's go over to the station and find out," suggested Tom.
"You and Bob go," Nelson said, "and I'll see if I can find anyone around
here who saw the _Vagabond_ go out." At the station Bob consulted the
ticket agent.
"First train leaves New York at 4.54," said the agent, "and arrives here
at 9.45."
"He wouldn't take that," said Bob to Tom. "He'd have to get up at four
o'clock. Besides, we were at the wharf at a quarter to ten. What's the
next one?"
"Eight o'clock from New York, arriving here 10.45," answered the agent.
"Another at 10.00, arriving 12.45, another at 10.02, arriving----"
"Thanks," interrupted Bob. "Those would be too late. There's no train,
then, except the 4.54 which gets here before 9.45?"
Their informant shook his head impatiently and they moved aside.
"That disposes of Dan," said Bob. "It isn't the least bit likely that
he'd get up at four o'clock to take a slow train when he could wait
until eight and get one reaching here only an hour later. And if he has
taken the eight o'clock he won't be here for nearly three quarters of an
hour. So it looks as though some one had deliberately run off with the
boat."
"Gee!" said Tom. "Won't we be in a fix? Do you suppose we'll ever find
it and get it back?"
"I don't know," replied Bob. "I should think, though, that a
thirty-six-foot launch would be a pretty hard thing to hide."
"But the fellow who took it could paint out the name and fix her up a
little differently and no one could tell she was stolen."
"Yes, if we gave him time. But what we've got to do now is to get busy.
There's Nel over there."
Nelson's report was not comforting. No one had seen the launch that
morning, and one old fellow who had rowed across the river at seven
o'clock and whose skiff was now tied at the end of the wharf declared
that the launch had not been there when he arrived.
"That means," said Nelson, "that she's been stolen some time in the
night. The man over at the ferry slip says I ought to tell the police
and the harbor master at once and telephone up to Norwich and to New
Haven and Stonington. So I guess we'd better get busy. Of course they
could tow the launch over to some place on Long Island just as easily as
they could take her to New Haven, and we can't very well telephone
there, I suppose."
"Of course you can," said Bob. "They'll give you connection at New York.
But I think you might as well save your money. If she's been stolen
there's just one place the thief will take her to, and that's New York
or somewhere around there."
"Maybe," replied Nelson dolefully. "Thunder! If we don't find her I'll
hate to go back home and face the pater!"
"We'll find her," said Bob earnestly. "Do you know where the police hang
out?"
"Yes, the man told me where to go," answered Nelson as they left the
wharf.
"If she was towed away," said Tom, "they must have used a launch, I
suppose."
"Probably," Bob agreed. "They wouldn't be likely to use a rowboat and a
sailboat wouldn't be much better. If the wind died out they'd be
caught."
"Unless they started early last night and got over to Long Island or
down the shore somewhere while it was dark," said Nelson. "They might
put in at some little out-of-the-way place and no one would think of
looking for them."
"Well, if it was a launch," said Tom, "wouldn't it be a good plan for
the police to find out whether any launch is missing?"
"I should think it would," said Bob, and Nelson agreed. "We'll suggest
it to them. Have you any more of those clever ideas, Tommy?"
"Well; I think we ought to hire a boat of some sort, a launch if we can
find one, and hunt around ourselves. It wouldn't be much of a trick to
run up to Norwich, and it wouldn't take long to search the shore around
here."
"That's a scheme!" cried Nelson. "Tommy, you're a brick! It will keep us
busy, besides, and I'd go crazy if I had to sit around the hotel here
and wait for the police to do things!"
"How about money?" asked Bob.
"Thunder! That's so! They've got our money, too! How much have you got,
Bob?"
"Two or three dollars."
"And I've got four-seventy-five," said Tom.
"That's about seven," said Nelson, "and I've got about a dollar in
change. Eight dollars won't go very far, though, when it comes to
telephoning all around the country and renting a launch!"
"You forget Dan," said Bob. "He's sure to have a lot of tin on him."
"That's right. And look here!" Nelson stopped and looked back toward the
railroad station. "What time is it, Bob?"
"Almost half-past ten."
"Then one of us ought to go back to the station and meet Dan. If he goes
down there and finds the launch gone there's no knowing where he will
wander to. Will you go down and wait for him, Tommy? Tell him what's up
and hold him at the station until we get back."
"All right," answered Tom. "And we might be making inquiries about a
launch, eh?"
"Yes, but be back on the platform by eleven."
Tom retraced his steps to the station, leaving the others to go on in
search of the police officials. He passed a fruit and candy store on the
way and was sorely tempted to buy some of the latter, but he told
himself resolutely that what money he had ought to be expended toward
recovering the _Vagabond_ and so fought off the temptation. The
_Mayflower Limited_ rolled in on time to the minute and Tom watched the
steps of the long line of parlor cars in expectation of seeing Dan
descend. But no Dan appeared. After making certain of this fact Tom went
into the station and studied the time-table.
"Now he can't get here until a quarter to one," he said disgustedly.
"And we need his money like anything! I dare say he didn't want to pay
the extra fare on the Limited, the stingy beggar!"
He went down to the wharf to make sure that Dan had not somehow managed
to get off of the train on the other side and gone to look for the
_Vagabond_. But the wharf was empty, and so Tom set out on the search
for a launch to rent.
Twenty minutes later the three met again on the station platform, all
more cheerful for having accomplished something. Bob reported smilingly
that the wheels of justice were in motion and that already the local
sleuths were on the trail. Nelson had sent telephone messages up and
down the Sound and over to Long Island. Tom had found the very thing
they wanted in the way of a launch.
"She's a little bit of a thing, only eighteen feet long," he explained,
"but she can go like anything. And we can hire her for six dollars a
day. I tried to make him take five, but he wouldn't. She's right up here
at a wharf. Come on and look at her."
The _Sylph_ proved to be a very smart-looking little craft, built of
white cedar and mahogany. Her engine took up a good deal of space, but
there remained room for four passengers. The owner had built her himself
and was very proud of her, so proud that when Bob and Nelson became
enthusiastic over her lines and finish, and when he had learned why they
wanted her, he voluntarily knocked off a dollar of the renting price.
"Call it five dollars for to-day and the same for to-morrow if you need
her again," he said. "I guess you can run the engine all right, but I'll
show you one or two things about it that you probably aren't used to."
The one or two things proved to be small improvements of his own
devising and it took some time for Nelson to understand them. But at a
quarter to twelve they had paid their five dollars and were in
possession of the _Sylph_. They ran her down to the wharf where they had
left the _Vagabond_ and found that she went finely.
"Shall we wait for the 12.45 train and get Dan?" asked Nelson. "Or
shall we leave word for him somewhere and start out now?"
"Let's get at it as soon as we can," answered Bob. "Dan can look out for
himself."
So Nelson was left in charge of the launch while Bob went to the station
to telephone a message to the hotel in case Dan turned up there looking
for them, and Tom hurried to the nearest store after crackers and cheese
and cookies. For with only sixty cents left between them there was no
use thinking about an elaborate luncheon. When they returned in the
evening they would go to the hotel and live on credit until Nelson's
father sent them some money. Bob and Tom were soon back and the _Sylph_
headed up the river.
Bob had been in favor of searching downstream and along the shore east
and west of the river mouth first, but Nelson said he had a feeling that
the _Vagabond_ had been taken toward Norwich, and Tom threw his vote
with Nelson's. It wasn't likely that the thief would leave the launch
anywhere around the town, but they searched the waterfront thoroughly to
be on the safe side and then ran across the river to the Groton shore.
After a search there the _Sylph_ was again headed upstream. Twice in the
ensuing half hour they approached the east shore to examine boats which,
seen from the middle of the river, seemed to bear some resemblance to
the _Vagabond_. But in each case they were doomed to disappointment, the
craft proving on closer acquaintance to be very little like their
missing launch. They went slowly in order that they might search each
bank of the stream carefully and at half-past one they had only reached
the second bend in the river. For some time past they had seen no
launches either in the stream or moored along the banks and Bob
suggested that Nelson send the _Sylph_ at a faster pace so that they
would have more time to look around and make inquiries at Norwich before
it was necessary to turn homeward.
"All right," Nelson answered. "I guess she isn't hidden around here
anywhere."
It didn't seem likely, for the banks were devoid of coves, and field and
forest came straight down to the water's edge. Nelson was just reaching
forward to advance the spark, and the _Sylph_ was just swinging around
the turn in the river, when Tom began to sputter.
"Lu-lu-lu-lu-look!" he cried.
"Where?" asked Nelson and Bob with one voice, turning their heads
excitedly from side to side. Tom pointed across the stream toward the
west bank.
"Th-th-there! Su-su-su-see that bu-bu-bu-boat under the tu-tu-tu-trees?"
"Jove!" exclaimed Bob.
"The _Vagabond_!" cried Nelson, turning the wheel over fast.
"Looks like it," said Bob excitedly, "but what's she doing there? I
don't believe it is her after all, Nel."
"I know it is," was the reply as the _Sylph_, headed obliquely across
the river, chugged her fastest. "I'd know her anywhere!"
"Wu-wu-wu-well," stuttered Tom, "I du-du-du-don't pr-pretend to
knu-knu-know the bu-bu-boat, bu-bu-but I knu-knu-know the
du-du-du-du-dog!"
"He's right," exclaimed Bob. "That's Barry on the cabin roof!"
"Then they did get into the engine room," said Nelson, his eyes fixed
intently on the distant craft, "and they didn't tow her. I wish," he
added, "that we had that revolver of yours, Bob."
"So do I," answered Bob gravely.
The little _Sylph_, as though comprehending the impatience of those she
carried, dashed across the river.