capitals. He was always great on flourishes."

"We won't waste time here," went on Dick. "Let us go down to the
old boathouse."

They were soon on the way, along a road lined with brush and
scrubby cedars, the trees which in years gone by had given
Cedarville its name.

At the old boathouse everything was quiet and not a soul was in
sight. Walking to the end of the house float they gazed out on
the lake.

"Not a boat anywhere," murmured Dick. "Now, what could have
become of Dora, do you suppose?"

"It's ten to one that Baxter took her off in Mumps' boat!" cried
Tom. "By jinks, I think I see through this. Don't you remember
the plot Josiah Crabtree and Mumps were hatching? I'll wager
they are all in this, to get Dora away from her mother."

"I believe Tom is right," came from Sam. "And if that is true,
Dora was taken off on a boat beyond a doubt.'

"If she was it won't take very long to find her," returned Dick.
"Let us go to Cedarville and see if anybody has seen the Falcon."

Dick had scarcely spoken when a small steam tug hove into sight,
bound up the lake.