"If she was it won't take very long to find her," returned Dick.
"Let us go to Cedarville and see if anybody has seen the Falcon."
Dick had scarcely spoken when a small steam tug hove into sight, bound up the lake.
"There's a tug now!" exclaimed Tom. "Hi there! Hi!" he yelled.
"Stop!"
The captain of the tug heard him and saw him waving his hand, and, slowing up, made a half circle toward shore.
"What's wanted, young man?" he asked. "Anything wrong?"
"Yes, a good deal is wrong," replied Tom. "Have you seen a yacht named the Falcon today?"
"No, but I saw her late yesterday afternoon," was the reply.
"Around here?"
"No, further down the lake. I think she was bound for Cayuga."
"Did you notice who was on board?"