“What?”
“That is right.”
“Gone? How?”
“Stolen!”
The big fellow leaned against the building, utterly overcome for the time. Diamond and Hans came up, and Frank explained the situation.
“I feared it!” grated the Virginian.
“Shimminy Gristmas!” gurgled Hans. “Did dot yotch valk avay py himseluf alone alretty?”
“How do you know the yacht was stolen, Merry?” asked Browning. “It may have broken from anchorage with the turning of the tide, and drifted away.”
Frank shook his head.
“That was not possible. The small boat went with the White Wings. Both were stolen.”