“I suppose he never explained what happened at The Green Parrot?”
“He said he couldn’t remember. Oh, everything’s so mixed up. I try not to think about it, because when I do my head simply buzzes.”
Once more Sara tried to start the balky engine, and this time her efforts brought success.
“Thank goodness for small favors!” she muttered. “Now I’ve got to go out on the river and look for our stolen boat. Hope no one runs off with this place while I’m gone.”
“You’ve not had another boat stolen?” Louise asked in surprise.
“I figure that’s what happened to it. Late yesterday afternoon a man came here and rented our fastest motorboat. That’s the last I’ve seen of him or it.”
“Didn’t you report your loss to the Coast Guards?” inquired Penny.
Sara answered with a trace of impatience. “Of course, I did. They searched the river last night. No accident reported, and no trace of the boat.”
“The man might have drowned,” Louise offered anxiously.
“It’s not likely. If he had gone overboard, the boat would have been found by this time. No, it’s been pulled up somewhere in the bushes and hidden. Last year one of our canoes was taken. Burt found it a month later, painted a different color!”