CHAPTER VII
A MYSTERIOUS NIGHT JOURNEY
Billy Gordon got aboard the launch and paddled it out to where Captain
Baker sat examining the rope, the end of which he had picked up from the
water.
"What have you found? More mystery?" shouted Crazy Jane.
"Yes. I'll tell you when I get ashore. What kind of an anchor have you
down here?"
"Just an anchor, that's all," answered Harriet. "Why?"
"Nothing. I was just wondering."
George climbed over into the launch, tying the rowboat behind it. Then
the two lads hauled the anchor aboard the power boat. After examining
the anchor, they paddled the launch ashore, towing the smaller boat
behind them.
"We have the old anchor. It's a good one too," announced Billy, stepping
ashore. "I take back all I said. George has some questions to ask you."
"Yes," nodded young Baker. "Was the anchor rope in good condition when
you put out the anchor, Miss Burrell?"
"So far as I know. Did it break?"
"It broke, all right. Will you show me where you made it fast last
night?"
Harriet led the way to the forward deck of the "Red Rover," pointing to
a hard wood cleat.
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