that you couldn't catch me. The next time we meet I'll make you
sorry that you ever followed me," and he started to run off with
all possible speed.

Tom and Dick were too chagrined to answer him, and pulled forward
to the shore in silence. They ran the craft into some bushes and
tied up, and then started after Baxter, who was now making for the
woods south of the village of Nelson.

When the highway skirting this portion of Cayuga Lake was gained
Dan Baxter was a good five hundred feet ahead of them. A turn in
the road soon hid him from view. Gaining the bend they discovered
that he had disappeared from view altogether.

"He has taken to the woods," sighed Dick.

"If that is so we may as well give the hunt up," answered his
brother. "It would be worse than looking for a pin in a haystack,
for we wouldn't know what direction he had taken."

"I wish I had a bloodhound with which to trail him. He ought to
be run down, Tom."

"Well, let us notify some of the people living near and see what
can be done."

They ran on to the spot where they supposed Baxter had left the
highway. On both sides were dense thickets of cedars with heavy
underbrush. All in all, the locality formed an ideal hiding
place.