Harry laughed nervously.
“I—I think I’ll sleep in here with you, papa,” she said. The doctor smiled and looked at his watch.
“Well, I think we won’t have to do much more sleeping,” said the doctor. “It’s after four o’clock. You lie down, Harry, and try to go to sleep again. The boys and I will look around a little and see if we can see any hoof-marks from your nightmare.”
“You won’t go far?” asked Harry, anxiously.
“No, no, I won’t leave the boat,” he answered.
“I’m awfully sorry I woke everybody up,” said Harry, apologetically. “I suppose it was terribly silly of me, but I was so—so startled—”
“Shucks,” said Roy, “we don’t mind. It’s rather a lark.”
“Yes,” said Chub, “it’s what is known as rising with the lark.”
Harry laughed quite naturally at that, and they left her to go over the boat and see if the early morning marauder had taken anything off with him. They found signs of his presence as soon as they reached the after cabin, for burnt matches were scattered about the floor, and three cans of peaches had been moved from the galley to Dick’s bed.
“Evidently meant to take these with him and got scared off,” said Dick.