As may be surmised, the news which Dick and Tom had to tell to the
others at the stock farm produced great excitement.
"Dora and Nellie gone!" gasped Mrs. Stanhope. "Oh, Dick, what has
become of them?"
"They must have gotten into some trouble!" cried Mrs. Laning. "You
found no trace of them?"
"We did not," said Tom. "But we tried hard enough, I can assure you."
"Oh, what shall we do?" wailed Mrs. Stanhope, and then she fainted
away, and it was a good quarter of an hour before she could be restored.
All the boys were highly excited, and Sam was for making a search
for the missing houseboat without delay.
"They may have gone on board and Captain Starr may have sailed off
with them," said the youngest Rover. "Remember, he is a queer stick,
to say the least."
"That doesn't explain the screams I heard," said Tom.
"I dink me dot Paxter got somedings to do mit dis," said Hans. "He
vos a rascals from his hair to his doenails alretty!"
"The only thing to do is to make a search," came from Songbird Powell.
"I'm ready to go out, rain or no rain."
They were all ready, and in the end it was decided that all of the
boys should prosecute the hunt, leaving Mrs. Stanhope, Mrs. Laning,
and Grace with the wife of the proprietor of the stock farm. The
proprietor himself, a Kentuckian named Paul Livingstone, said he
would go with them.
"If there has been foul play of any sort I will aid you to have
justice done," said Paul Livingstone. "To me this whole thing looks
mightily crooked."
"One thing is certain,--if the houseboat was stolen, the mist and
rain will aid the thieves to get away with her," said Dick.
It was a rather silent crowd that rode into Skemport an hour and a
half later. Here a doctor was roused up and sent to the stock farm,
to see if Mrs. Stanhope needed him, for she was weak and might collapse
completely when least expected.
Once at the spot where the Dora had been tied up, another search was
begun for the girls and the houseboat. Some went up the shore and
others down, each with a lantern which had been provided to dispel
the gloom.
"Oh, where? Oh, where?
In dire despair
We search the shore in vain!"
came lowly from Songbird, but then he felt too heavy-hearted to finish
the verse and heaved a sigh instead. "This is simply heart-rending,"
he said.
Hans was not far off, shambling along in his own peculiar fashion.
He held up his lantern and by the dim rays made out a building some
distance away.
"I yonder vot is in dare?" he said to himself. "Maype I go und look,
hey? It ton't cost me noddings."
Through the mist and rain he approached the building and walked around
to the door, which was closed. He flung it open and held up his
lantern to see inside.
"Du meine Zeit! Vot is dis?" he gasped. "Cabtain Starr, or I vos
treaming! Hi, Cabtain, vot you vos doing here, alretty?" he called out.
"Is that--that you, Mueller?" asked the captain, in a trembling voice.
"I--the rascals tied me fast. They said they'd come and give me a
hundred dollars in the morning, but I don't think they'll do it."
"Py chimanatics! Vait a minute." Hans ran outside and waved his
lantern. "Come here!" he bawled. "Come here, kvick, eferybody!"
His cry summoned the others, and they quickly gathered at the stable
and released the captain. While they were doing this, they made the
simple-minded fellow tell his story.
"Describe those two fellows," said Dick, and Captain Starr did so.
The description was perfect.
"Not very long after the villains made me their prisoner."
"It's as clear as day!" cried Fred Garrison. "Baxter and Flapp first
stole the houseboat and then they abducted Dora and Nellie."
"It's a wretched piece of business," came from Dick. "Oh, if I can
only lay my hands on them they shall suffer for it!"
"We must chase the houseboat, that's all I know to do," put in Tom.
"And the quicker we begin the better."
"That's easily said, Tom. How are we going to locate the craft in
this mist? She may have gone up the stream and she may have gone down."
"More than likely she went down with the current. They hadn't any
steam tug handy to pull her."
Paul Livingstone was appealed to and told them where they could find
the coal docks at which their own tug was lying. All hurried to the
place and called up Captain Carson.
"I'll get up steam just as soon as I can," said the tug captain, and
hustled out his engineer and fireman. Soon the black smoke was pouring
from the tug's stack and in less than half an hour they were ready
to move.
"This seems like a wild-goose chase," remarked Sam. "But it is better
than standing around with one's hands in his pockets."
"I wish I had dat Dan Baxter heah!" said Aleck Pop. "I'd duck him in
the ribber an' hold him undah 'bout ten minutes!"
All were soon on the steam tug, which was crowded by the party. The
lanterns were lit, and they moved down the Ohio slowly and cautiously.
"We had better move from side to side of the river," suggested Dick.
"Then we won't be so liable to pass the houseboat without seeing her."
As all of the party were wet, they took turns in drying and warming
themselves in the engine-room of the tug. Those on the lookout did
what they could to pierce the gloom, but with small satisfaction.
Half an hour later they passed a small river steamer and hailed the
craft.
"What's wanted?" shouted somebody through a megaphone.
"All right; thanks!" And then they allowed the river steamer to pass
them.
"Dis night vos so vet like neffer vos!" remarked Hans.
"Well, we have got to make the best of it," answered Dick. "I don't
care how wet I get, if only we are successful in our chase."
"I am mit you on dot," returned the German cadet, quickly.
Two hours passed and they saw no other craft. They had passed several
settlements of more or less importance, but not a sign of the missing
houseboat appeared.
"Here comes something!" cried Tom, presently, as they heard a distant
puff-puff.
"Steer in the direction of that sound," said Dick, to Captain Carson,
and this was done.
Out of the mist appeared the light of a long launch, having on board
several officers of the law.
"You did!" burst from Dick and several of the others. "Where?"
"Down the river four or five miles. The fellows on board told us that
they had seen a sailboat with two men in it beating up the river,
and from the description we took the men to be Loring and Gouch."