distinct. It was moving when he first saw it. Then it slowed down and
seemed to be drifting. There was hardly a sound made now, and the
watcher on the shore could tell that the boat was drawing closer to
where the logs were lying. This looked serious, and he believed that
it was there for no good purpose. He waited a few moments, however, to
be sure. He did not wish to give a false alarm, and thus bring upon
himself the ridicule of the other scouts.

The boat was now near enough for him to discern it quite plainly.
Presently it stopped and a small boat put off, and made straight for
the logs. Rod hesitated no longer, but turning, sped swiftly along the
shore and then up the path leading to the Anchorage. Reaching the
house, he pounded upon the door, which was opened almost immediately by
the captain.

"They're there!" Rod gasped.

"After the logs?" the captain enquired. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Come quick, or it will be too late!"

Stepping to one corner of the kitchen, the captain picked up his rifle,
and swiftly followed Rod to the shore. There they paused and listened.

"Ye're right, by gum!" the captain whispered. "The skunks! But I'll
stop their fun. Into the tender now, and make no noise."

With Rod seated astern, and the captain at the oars, it took but a few
minutes to come close to the tug. A long line had already been made
fast to the raft, and the small boat with two men on board was