"It's wonderful how you read a fellow," laughed Merriwell. "You should go into the mind-reading business. Anyhow, we'll get up anchor early, if there is a breeze, and leave Camden behind us." "For good?" asked Diamond, anxiously. "Oh, perhaps not for good. We may drop in here on our way back. Can't tell just what we will feel like doing." A boat was gliding past them. It came near enough for its occupants to recognize the lads in the other boat. Somebody said: "It's Merriwell and his party." Then a feminine voice called: "Hello, Frank Merriwell. You are a dandy!" "Thank you," said Frank, laughing. "There are others." "Not in your class," was the quick retort. "You are the only one of the kind." "Who was that?" asked Diamond, as the boat passed on. "Couldn't tell you, my boy," answered Frank. "Why, that's strange! She spoke to you as if she knew you. Familiar for a stranger!" "Evidently she is intoxicated--by the moonlight," grunted Browning. "If we stay down this way long, I fancy we'll find there is considerable freedom at these summer resorts," said Merry. "People do not always wait for introductions down here. But the girl in that boat would not have spoken had it been in the daytime. She knew I could not recognize her, and that is how she ventured to do it." "Well, let's get on board," urged Bruce. "I'm tired, and I want to turn in." "Pull away," directed Frank, and the boys began rowing again. They passed other rowboats, and the sound of voices and laughter came over the moon-burnished bosom of the harbor. On board one of the yachts not far from the _White Wings_ a jolly party had gathered. Somebody was picking away at a guitar and softly humming the latest song. Others were chatting and laughing. The yacht was decorated with Chinese lanterns and was burning bright lights. "Those lights would look better if there wasn't any moon," observed Diamond. As they approached the _White Wings_ a figure suddenly arose on the deck and leveled something at the boat, while a voice called: "Stood still vere I vos und gafe der coundersign! Uf I don'd done dot you vill oben vire onto me!" "Here, here, Hans!" exclaimed Merry. "What are you trying to do--shoot us? Be careful with that gun!" "Vos dot you, Vrankie?" asked the faithful Dutch boy, lowering the gun. "Vale, I don'd vant to make no mistook, und so I peen careful not to led any vellers come apoard uf me vot I don'd vant to seen. I vos glad you haf camed." They ran up to the sloop and were soon on board. It was necessary to tell Hans what had happened that day, but he simply said: "Oh, I knew how dot vould peen all der dime. Uf course Vrankie blayed marples mit Rocklandt." That night they slept well in their berths, for a cool breeze sprang up about midnight, so the cabin of the yacht was not too warm, and there was the gentlest of rocking motions to lull their senses.