"What is it, Grit?"
"My boat has been taken, and I don't know what has become of it."
"Is that so?" asked Jesse, in surprise. "Why, I saw Phil Courtney out on the river with it. I passed him only fifteen minutes since. I thought you had let it to him."
"Phil Courtney!" exclaimed Grit, angry and surprised. "I didn't think he would take it without leave."
"Did he?"
"Yes, I found the rope cut."
"That doesn't seem like Phil. He's mean enough to do anything, but I didn't think he would do that."
"Nor I. I'll give him a good piece of my mind when we meet. Where did you meet him?"
"Just above Glen Cove."
"Do me a favor, Jesse. Take me into your boat, and row me up there, so that I may meet him, and recover my boat."