"Yes."

"Here's a letter for Miss Dora Stanhope," and he held out the
missive.

"Whom is it from?"

"I don't know. A boy down by the lake gave it to me," was the
answer, and without further words the lad hurried off, having
received instructions that he must not tarry around the place
after the delivery of the communication.

Tearing open the letter Dora read it with deep interest.

"What can Dick have to tell me?" she mused. "Can it be something
about Mr. Crabtree? It must be."

Dropping her work, she ran upstairs, changed her dress, put on
her hat, and started for the boathouse.

It took her but a short while to reach the place, but to her
surprise nobody was in sight.

"Can I have made some mistake?" she murmured; when the Falcon
hove into view from around a bend in the shore line.

"Is that Miss Stanhope?" shouted a strange man, who seemed to be
the sole occupant of the craft.