Meanwhile Tommy and Margery sat on the edges of their cots and conducted a spirited argument as to whether Tommy really had seen a "fathe" at the window.
"All ready," called Harriet as she ran to where the rowboat was fastened.

Then she gave a little cry of alarm that brought Miss Elting and the others to her side on the run.
"What is it, Harriet ?" cried the guardian.
Harriet stood looking out over the water, a piece of rope in her hand.
"Some one has stolen our rowboat," she gasped.

"See, the rope has been cut." "Then the Tramp Club must have come over here again in the night and stolen it," decided Miss Elting.

"Still that would hardly account for the face Tommy saw at the window, and she is positive that she really saw some one.

I am inclined to think, however, that she had the nightmare, and simply dreamed about that frightful face." "I can't see that there is anything particularly clever or original about stealing a rowboat in the dead of night," said Harriet slowly, "and I don't believe that the boys would think so either.