"Had a fine nap—say, what's up?" he asked.
"You haven't been, for one thing," replied Dick. "Pirates have run off with the 'Dauntless.'"
"Is that all?" said the poet, calmly, rubbing his eyes. "Thought, from the way you looked, that something had happened. Tell me about it."
Dave smiled at the recital.
"Real saucy chaps," he said. "That bank makes a capital place for a nap. When the 'Dauntless' hoves in sight, let me know."
But when several hours had passed, and there was no sign of the boat, all concluded that Havens' surmise must be correct.
The boys sat around, talked about baseball and hunting, and stood up and talked about the same things. Then they strolled up and down the pebbly beach, and cast many an anxious look over the choppy water, for the wind was blowing much more strongly, and only Dave Brandon was content.
Finally they lounged around a cheerful blaze, while supper was being prepared.