"Can it be those miserable Daniels?" gasped Harry to himself. "Yes, it must be," he went on, answering his own questions, "who else would have done it, unless it drifted off."

He was moving about as he spoke, and as he uttered the last words he stumbled across something that showed him very plainly that the dinghy could not have drifted away from the beach. What he had fallen over was the anchor firmly embedded in the sand, with a length of rope still attached to it.

Harry felt along the bit of rope in the darkness till he reached the end of it. Then he struck a match. In the flicker of light which followed he saw plainly enough what had occurred-the rope had been slashed through.

The boy had just made this discovery when from the water he heard something that caused him to listen acutely, bending every sense to the operation.

What he had heard was the splash of an oar, and a quick exclamation of impatience, as if the rower, whoever he was, had blamed his involuntary misstroke.

"Some one"s out there, and they"re aboard the schooner, too; or I"m very much mistaken," exclaimed Harry to himself, as, listening acutely, he caught the sound of footsteps proceeding, seemingly, by their hollow ring, from the decks of the dismantled hulk; "what will I do? If I fire the pistol I"ll scare them off, and if I don"t--"

He stopped short. A sudden daring idea had flashed into his mind. The boy hastily slipped off his shoes and divested himself of all but his undergarments. Then, leaving his pistol on the beach, he slipped noiselessly into the bay and struck out in the direction of the schooner. The water was bitterly cold, as it always is off the Maine coast, even in the height of summer, but Harry kept dauntlessly on, determined to brave anything in the execution of his purpose.

The hulk lay only about a hundred yards off the sh.o.r.e, and before long he could see her dark outlines looming up against the lighter darkness of the sky on the horizon. He fancied, but could not be certain that it was not an illusion, that for an instant he could see two forms creeping along the decks. The next moment something showed up ahead of him with which he almost collided.

Harry, with a gasp of grat.i.tude, for the water had chilled him to the bone, recognized it as the motor boat. As silently as he could he drew himself up into it, and then, casting himself flat in the c.o.c.kpit, he listened with all his might for further sounds from the schooner.

CHAPTER IV.-CUT ADRIFT.

He did not have long to wait. Seemingly, whoever the marauders were-and as to their ident.i.ty the lad could hazard a pretty good guess-they did not bother much about lowering their voices.

"By the jumping crickey!" he heard coming over the water from the schooner, "jiggered if I kin make out what they cal"kelated ter use this hulk fer."

"Hush! Not so loud, pop. Ther sound carries tur"rble fur over ther water."

"As if I didn"t know thet, Zeb, but what do we care? Them kids is fast asleep, and anyhow, we cut the dinghy adrift so they couldn"t do us any harm ef they wanted to."

"Thet"s right, too; but some of "em might be prowling about. They"re up ter all sorts uv tricks. I ain"t forgot thet thar fence, I kin tell yer.

My arm"s a-tingling yet whar thet electricity hit me."

Soaked through as he was, and chilly into the bargain, Harry couldn"t help smiling as he heard this eloquent testimonial to the efficacy of the "charged" fence. He had caught the name of "Zeb," too, which speedily removed all doubt from his mind as to the ident.i.ty of the marauders.

"The precious rascals," he thought, while his teeth chattered with cold, "I"m mighty glad I did swim out here, even if I am almost frozen to death. If they aren"t under arrest to-morrow it won"t be my fault."

Little more was heard from the schooner, but from what he could catch he surmised that the two fishers were completely mystified by the craft.

Presently he heard their footsteps descending the gangway and then came the splash of oars. They were dipped silently no longer, a pretty sure sign that the two rascals didn"t much care if they were heard or not.

After a moment the splashing sound grew more remote, and Harry knew that the two prowlers had taken their departure.

There was a scull in the motor boat and as soon as he was sure that the Daniels were out of earshot, Harry up anch.o.r.ed and began sculling the motor boat toward the hulk. The distance was so short that he did not want to bother to start the engine, and in a few seconds he was alongside the dark hulk. He shoved along the side till the motor boat grated against the gangway, and then, not forgetting to make the motor craft fast, he leaped up the steps, with the purpose of discovering what harm, if any, had been wrought aboard the _Betsy Jane_.

Harry knew where a lantern was kept, and descending into what had once been the cabin he began rummaging about for it. In the pitchy blackness the task took him longer than he had antic.i.p.ated, but at last he found the lantern and the matches which lay beside it. Hastily striking a light he soon had the bare cabin filled with the yellow rays of the lamp. As has been explained, the _Betsy Jane_ had been purchased as a sort of "trying-out" appliance for the inventions of Dr. Perkins, and therefore the cabin contained nothing in the way of furniture. The lamp, in fact, had only been placed on board as a precaution in case a riding light was ever needed on the anch.o.r.ed hulk. But as she had remained at her moorings in the isolated cove this was not, of course, necessary.

A brief look about the cabin showed Harry that nothing had been molested there. In fact, as has been said, there was nothing to molest. A door in the forward bulkhead led into the empty hold, and the boy next made his way there, the lamp casting weird shadows on the timbers as he went. His steps rang hollowly through the deserted ship, and he could hardly repress a shudder as he threaded his way among the stanchions, which, like the pillars in a church, upheld the deck above his head.

Reaching what had been the forecastle of the _Betsy Jane_, Harry came to the conclusion that nothing had been damaged below. His next task was to go up on deck. His examination below decks had been painstaking, and had occupied him some time, but he was determined to make it a thorough one.

The fact is that an ugly suspicion had crept into Harry"s mind as he lay in the bottom of the motor boat listening to the two Daniels on board the schooner. This was nothing more nor less than a dread that they might have "scuttled" the craft. From what he knew of them the two were capable of anything, and he thought that in their rage at finding nothing on board that they could damage they might have bored holes in the schooner in order to sink her. His investigation of the hold, however, had shown him-to his great relief-that nothing of the sort had occurred.

Coming on deck Harry made as careful a search for damage as he had done in the hold. But the inclined superstructure remained intact, and nothing indicated that the Daniels had done anything more than stroll about, trying to discover what the object of the schooner was.

So intent had Harry been on his task that he had, for the time being, completely forgotten that Pudge must be anxiously looking for him. Going into the eyes of the craft he sent a hearty hail ash.o.r.e:

"Pudge ahoy! Oh-h-h-h, Pu-d-g-e!"

Then he stopped to listen intently. But no reply came to his hail. He tried it again and again, without success. Then he determined as a last resort to fire the agreed-upon three shots. He did not want to alarm his companions unnecessarily, but surely, he thought, it would be a good idea to arouse them and communicate what had occurred since he left the hut.

Up to that moment the boy had completely forgotten that he had left the pistol on the beach. He felt compelled to laugh at himself for his absentmindedness, but while the laugh was still on his lips something happened that caused it to freeze there.

A ma.s.s of cold spray was suddenly projected over the bow. At the same instant the old hulk quivered at the smart "slap" of a wave.

"Gracious!" thought Harry to himself, "the sea must be getting up. I reckon I"d best be going back ash.o.r.e."

As he made his way aft toward the gangway he found that the sea must indeed have risen since he came on board. The old hulk was rolling about like a bottle, and he had to hold on to the rail as he made his way along the decks. Getting into the motor boat under these conditions was no easy task. But it was accomplished at last.

"I guess I"ll start the engine before I cut adrift," said Harry to himself.

Later on he was to be very thankful he did. Turning on the switch and gasolene he began to "spin" the fly wheel; but beyond a wheezy cough the motor gave no sign of responding. For more than half an hour the boy worked with might and main over the refractory bit of machinery, but to no effect. The engine was absolutely "dead."

"What can be the matter with it?" thought Harry to himself. "It"s never acted this way before."

He stood up, too engrossed in his problem to realize what a sea was running. Before he could recover his balance the pitching craft almost bucked him overboard.

"Gracious! the waves are getting up with a vengeance," exclaimed the boy to himself; "I can never scull ash.o.r.e in this sea. Queer, too, there, doesn"t seem to be any more wind than when I left sh.o.r.e. Certainly I"ve never seen the sea as rough as this in the inlet before."

With the object of finding out what ailed the obstinate motor, he returned to the deck of the schooner where he had left the lamp. Getting into the motor boat with it once more, by dint of much balancing and holding on he cast its rays on the single cylinder. Almost simultaneously he saw what had happened. Somebody, he had no difficulty in guessing who, had removed the sparking points. No wonder that no explosion had followed his efforts to get the craft under way.

"Well, here"s a fine fix," thought Harry; "even if I could attract their attention ash.o.r.e I"ve got no means of getting there. Oh, if I won"t get even with those Daniels as soon as I get a chance! Wonder what I"d better do?"

His first move was to clamber back on board the schooner, for the wild rolling of the motor boat, as she plunged about at the foot of the gangway, was not helpful to thought. Gaining the deck once more Harry sought out the cabin and seated himself on the edge of one of the empty bunks which ranged its sides.

Suddenly it occurred to him that he was uncommonly sleepy, and at the same time he thought that possibly it would be a good idea to pa.s.s the rest of the night in slumber. He had no watch, but he imagined that it could not be so very far to daylight. With this object in view he cast himself down in the bunk and, despite the hardness of the bed and the chilliness of his scantily clad limbs, he rapidly slipped away from his surroundings into a dreamless sleep.

When he awoke the sun was shining through the stern ports. That is, it was for one instant, and then in the next it was obscured again. Harry was enough of a sailor to know that this meant a cloudy day, with possibly a piping wind scurrying the clouds across the sky.

"Thank goodness it"s daylight anyhow!" he exclaimed, jumping from his uncomfortable couch, with an ache in every limb in his body; "now to go on deck and attract their attention ash.o.r.e."

Utterly unprepared for the shock that was to greet him, Harry bounded up the companionway stairs and on to the deck.

Had a bomb exploded at his feet he could not have been more thunderstruck than he was at the sight which greeted him.

There was no island, no distant mainland. Nothing but miles upon miles of tumbling blue water in which the _Betsy Jane_ was wallowing about, casting showers of spray over her bow every time she nosed into a billow.

Harry"s heart stood still for an instant. His senses swam dizzily. Then, with a sudden return of his faculties, he realized what had occurred.

The mooring rope of the _Betsy Jane_ had been cut or had broken, and he was miles out on the Atlantic without a prospect of succor.

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