All of a sudden I looked behind me and Dub wasn’t there. He was standing still maybe about twenty feet in back of me. I could just see him beckoning to me. I asked him what was the matter but he only beckoned. I went back to where he was and he said, “Did you hear a sound?” “A kind of a rustling up in the trees?” I asked him. “Maybe it was an eagle--you ought to be ashamed to look him in the face.” “No--_listen_,” he said. “Doesn’t it sound like oar-locks?” “Jiminies, it does,” I said. “It’s over there, about where the shore turns. Wait a second--listen--let’s make sure.” “Somebody breaking the rule?” Dub said. “Sure, that’s likely,” I said. “You know what Hervey Willetts said. ‘What’s the good of having rules if you don’t break them.’ Boy oh boy, I’d just like to know who it is. Shall we shout and tell him the outside of his boat is all wet?” “No, don’t call,” Dub said. “It’s oar-locks all right,” I said. “Listen--_shh_. Did you hear a kind of a splash? I’d like to make my voice kind of deep like Councilor Trent and call out and ask what they’re doing here, hey?” Dub said, “No, don’t. We don’t have to tell on them, do we?” “Nope,” I said. “That’s one thing Scouts up here are never asked to do. But I’d like to have some fun with them.” He said, “_Shhh_--listen.” “I bet it’s that Hervey Willetts,” I said in a whisper. “If it is, bye-bye, Hervey. There’ll be somebody waiting at the float all right.” Dub grabbed me by the shoulder so I wouldn’t speak too loud. Then he said, “I don’t see why any one goes out like that if they know there’ll be somebody waiting at the float. The management sure knows if there’s a boat out. Why don’t they lock the boats?” “They don’t believe in that,” I whispered. “They go by rule one--a Scout’s honor is to be trusted--this time it’s going to be busted. Maybe not, at that. Some scoutmasters up here are sheiks--leave it to them. It’s all right for them to take girls out rowing, yes, yes, yes. I bet it’s that one from Ohio with that girl that’s staying at Sunset Farm. Just for the fun of it I’ll stump you to shout _I’m a bear, woof, woof_! and then run.” “No, wait a second,” Dub said. “If it’s a couple of Scouts it’s just as well for us to not know anything about it.” I said, “I don’t hear any voices, do you?” All of a sudden there was a sound like something dropping on wood--like something heavy. “Would it be robbers, maybe?” Dub asked me. “Now you’re making a noise like Pee-wee,” I said. “Sure, it’s pirates grappling for buried treasure.” “Well what was that sound?” Dub asked me. “Sounded to me like an anchor,” I told him. “Maybe they heard us and pulled it up. It sounded as if they dropped it on the floor of the boat. There are only two boats that have anchors--that’s that big red one, and the one that’s named Mary Temple. Listen for the oar-locks. I bet they row away.”