“Maybe we can. But it would be better on account of the wind to steer for Rockpoint. She couldn’t stand the chop sea on the other course.”

“All right; we’ll steer for Rockpoint, and take her over to Dan Mason’s boatyard.”

The Young Oarsmen of Lakeview — Part 45

Blumpo ran down the shore of the island to tell his father of what had happened. While he was gone the others patched up the break at the bow with some thin wood and a square of canvas, tacked on, and gave all a coating of pitch.

The Young Oarsmen of Lakeview — Part 45

Half an hour later found the Whistler bound for Rockpoint. They had to sail along with great care, for fear of breaking open the patched place. Had this occurred they would all have gone to the bottom.

The Young Oarsmen of Lakeview — Part 45

It was growing dusk when the harbor at Rockpoint was reached. At the dock they saw that something unusual had happened. A crowd of men were gathered about talking earnestly, and pointing up the lake.

“Whoever they were, they took a boat, I’m sure of that,” said one man.

“But who were they, and where did they go?” asked a third.

Wondering what was up, Jack Broxton and the three boys brought the Whistler around to the boatyard and turned her over to Dan Mason. The old fellow, who was a first-class man at repairing boats of all kinds, promised to have the craft in good trim by noon of the next day.

“Did you hear the news?” he asked, after their business talk was at an end.

“Exactly. A couple of thieves got into the safe and took a box of jewelry and four hundred dollars in cash.”

“By George! dat am a loss!” ejaculated Blumpo.

“The jewelry is said to be worth nearly one thousand dollars.”

“Have they any idea who the thieves were?”

“No, they wore handkerchiefs over their faces, with holes cut in ’em for to see. Some thinks as how they got away in one o’ the boats lying up shore.”

“How did they do the job?” questioned Jerry, with much interest.

“I didn’t hear any of the particklers, boys.”

“Come on up to the hotel and find out,” said Harry. “We haven’t got to hurry home this evening.”

Side by side Harry and the young oarsman walked to the Rockpoint Hotel, a large place, now filled to overflowing with Summer boarders.

They found every one around the resort talking over the case. Presently Harry heard somebody say that the stolen money and box of jewels had been placed by the robbers into a large red valise belonging to the proprietor of the hotel. At once he called Jerry aside.