river. Here the Flyaway was in waiting. Bill Goss had gone on
ahead and notified his wife that she was wanted. It may as well
be added here that Mrs. Goss was as coarse and unprincipled as
her husband.

When Dora's mind was once more clear she found herself in a much
larger cabin than that she had formerly occupied. She lay on a
couch, and Mrs. Goss, a fat, ugly-looking creature, sat beside
her.

"Are you awake, dear?" asked the woman as smoothly as she could.

"Who -- who are you?" asked Dora feebly.

"I am Mrs. Goss."

"I don't know you. Here -- where is my mother, and Mr.
Crabtree?"

"You'll have to ask Mr. Baxter or Mr. Fenwick about that."

"Do you belong on this boat?"

"I do, when I go out with my husband."

"Was he the man who was with those boys?"

"Yes."

"Where are we now?"