CHAPTER IV

THE DISASTROUS RESULT OF A TRICK


"She's gone!"

"Yes; and I wonder where to, Tom?"

"I don't believe the yacht will go very far," said Sam. "Maybe
old Crabtree merely wants to see what sort of a sailing craft she
is."

"We can watch here for a while," returned Dick.

They sat down on a rock and waited, in the meantime discussing
the strange situation. They could reach no conclusion but that
Josiah Crabtree had some plot he wanted to put into execution.
"And it's something underhand, too," was Dick's comment.

At last they grew tired of waiting and almost fell asleep. This
being the case they returned to the hotel and made their way to
the bed chamber. Soon each was sleeping soundly.

When they awoke the sun was shining brightly -- and it was
half-past seven o'clock. "All up!" shouted Tom, and dragged Sam
out by the foot. Soon they were dressed and made their way to
the dining room.

They had scarcely seated themselves when Josiah Crabtree came in