“For my sloop, White Wings,” answered Merry.
“What? Are you the fellow who owns her?”
“I am.”
“Well, she’s gone.”
“I see she is, but I’d like to know where she is gone.”
“I can’t tell you that, but three fellows came off to her two hours ago, got up the anchor, hoisted sail and made down the bay. I watched them, because their actions were suspicious, and it was remarkable that they should start out at such an hour. I hailed them once, but they didn’t pay any attention to me.”
“That settles it!” exclaimed Frank. “The White Wings is stolen! I am much obliged to you for the information.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m sorry I didn’t know those chaps were stealing her. I might have found a way to stop them.”
Frank and Jack rowed ashore.
“She was stolen, fellows,” said Merriwell. “We found a man who saw her when she was taken. I shall start in pursuit of her in the morning.”