“Yes; the Catch Me. Mr. Markham has straightened everything out, and the boat is mine.”
“Good! Well, if you go after them, I will go along. It isn’t safe for you to go alone.”
“Thanks. I would like to have you along first-rate.”
“Where is your boat?”
“Down at the dock.”
“I didn’t see her as I came up.”
“She is there—unless Mr. Norton took her,” I added, with a sudden sinking of the heart.
“I’m positive there was no boat there when I came up, for I looked for the regular mill sloop.”
By this time we had gone down-stairs. I rushed outside and down to the pier. Sure enough the Catch Me had disappeared.
I gave a groan as I made the discovery. Ford shook his head.