"Oh, we'll soon have it paid for," declared Vincent.

By this time the boys had reached the "swimming hole," and, tying up
their boat, they soon were undressed and splashing about in the water.

The lads had great fun, playing all sorts of games and tricks, but
soon the descending sun warned them that it was time to start for
home, and after a "last dive" they donned their garments and began
rowing back around the point. They kept a watch for the motor boat,
but saw nothing of it, nor did there appear to be any signs of life
about the old mansion up on the bluff.

The Stockton house was a source of some mystery to the villagers. The
mansion, which, years before, had been the scene of much life and
gaiety, was owned by Harris Stockton, who was reputed to be quite
wealthy. But one day he had disappeared, saying good-bye to no one,
and it was generally supposed he had gone abroad, as he was rather
eccentric, and given to going and coming most unexpectedly.

It was thought that the house was deserted, but neighbors frequently
saw an old woman about it, after Mr. Stockton had disappeared, and she
announced that she was the housekeeper, Sarah Blarcum by name. There
was also a young man seen about the premises, and, in answer to
questions from inquisitive persons, Mrs. Blarcum stated that the young
man was Mr. Stockton's nephew, Alfred Muchmore, who was running the
place during his uncle's absence. As to where Mr. Stockton had gone,
Mrs. Blarcum did not know, though she said the nephew had given her to
understand his uncle was traveling in Europe.