“Where to now?”
“We may as well go back and pick up Mike. It seems to be growing light in the east.”
“So it is; a memorable night in our experience is drawing to a close.”
“I say, Chester,” called the Captain, “I am sure someone was on this boat while we were away at Beartown.”
A sudden suspicion took form in his mind.
“Is there enough light for you to see the name on the bow?”
“Of course.”
“Take a look and tell me what it is.”
Chester carefully leaned over and studied the gilt letters painted on the right of the prow corresponding to those on the left. Then he straightened up with a gasp:
“As sure as I’m a living sinner it’s the Water Witch!”