"No; for Jim has just left our house," replied Mr. Holmes. "Jim came over to see what luck my boy had had. I'm growing more worried every minute. I think I'll go down to the river."
"We'll go with you, sir, if you don't mind," urged Dick.
"I'll be glad to have you, boys."
But the trip to the river did not lessen their worry. At the boathouse, where Jim Haynes kept his canoe, Jim's craft was the only one absent.
"There won't be any sleep in our house to-night until Greg gets home," spoke Mr. Holmes plaintively. He saw by their faces that Greg's five chums were equally uneasy. Yet all five dreaded equally to mention the bare thought that Greg might have fallen in with violence at the hands of cowardly Ab. Dexter.
"What in the wide world are we going to do?" whispered Dave aside to Dick.
"Oh, dear, I don't really know. At any rate, we'll have to leave that to Mr. Holmes."
"Boys," spoke that gentleman suddenly, "who owns that gasoline launch yonder?"
"Mr. Edward Atwater," Dick answered.
"That looks like a powerful reflector light on the bow."