Larry Goheen, Billy Gordon and the others came tumbling out, rubbing their eyes and blinking sleepily.
"What's the row?" cried Billy.
"Mean shame to play pranks on a fellow when he's dead for sleep," growled Sam.
"Now, what did you do it for?" demanded Larry. "Explain, or in the lake you go!"
"I've already been in the lake. I'm dressed for the day. But open your eyes. You are the sleepiest lot of fellows I ever saw. Why, a baby could stalk you and you'd never hear it say 'goo.' Come, don't you sleepy-heads see anything that interests you?"
Instead of looking out over the lake they were looking at George.
"Wait, I'll draw a map of the scene and write a directory to the map. Even then you'd need a private tutor to explain it to you. Look over there? Do you see anything? Wait, I'll get the telescope."
Following the direction indicated by Captain George's upraised arm the boys gazed and as they gazed their eyes grew wide with wonder. Then suddenly an ear-splitting yell rose from the lips of the Tramp Club.
"It's the 'Red Rover'!" shouted Sam.
"We've found them at last, the tramps!" cried Larry Goheen, his shock of fiery red hair fairly standing on end.