“What kind of a sloop?”
“A large one, painted blue and white, and named the Catch Me. I believe she used to belong to some one in Bayport.”
“No, I didn’t see her; that is, I don’t think I did. I saw some fellows towing something up the lake about an hour ago. But I thought that was a raft.”
I was interested at once.
“Are you sure it was a raft?”
“Oh, no; come to think of it, it didn’t look very much like a raft, either. You see, it was out pretty far, and I wasn’t paying much attention.”
“Who were the fellows?”
“I don’t know. They had a pretty smart-looking craft, but whose it was I couldn’t make out.”
My heart sank at Tom Darrow’s words. I was certain that the supposed raft was nothing less than the Catch Me. The question was, what had the men who found her done with her?