"Get the boat above high-water mark," ordered the Patrol Leader. "All hands. Never mind getting your shoes wet." It was a strenuous task, for by this time the dinghy had filled with water to the level of the transom. Watching their opportunity as the waves receded, the lads tilted the boat until she was nearly empty, and then, using the bottom boards to prevent the keel sinking in the soft beach, they eventually hauled their prize clear of the surf. "What's in the sack, Rusty?" asked Thurgood. The Patrol Leader hesitated before satisfying his curiosity. It seemed too much like meddling with someone's private property. "Pots and pans, I think," said Barnicott, stirring the bulging sack with his foot. Rivett unlashed the mouth of the sack. "I say, you fellows," he exclaimed, "this is a rummy stunt. The bag's chockfull of silver. No wonder those blighters made themselves scarce; they're burglars." Here was a climax to a day's scouting, despoiling robbers of their booty. Still, the situation required careful handling. If the Scouts left the boat unattended, the thieves might return. If they separated forces, one party standing by while the others tracked the rogues, either part of the divided Troop would be insufficient to cope with two powerful and desperate men. It seemed remarkable that the two fellows should have landed with their booty in broad daylight instead of waiting until darkness set in. "Any of you fellows know how to row?" he asked. "I do," replied Phillips. "My father has a boat, and in the 'hols' I go fishing with him." "Good man!" exclaimed the Patrol Leader approvingly. "You and I are going off to the motor-boat to take charge of her. Dentibus, old son, imagine you're doing the mile in the College sports, and cut off as hard as you can to Weymouth. Find our Scoutmaster, and tell him what has occurred. Ask him to bring a motor-boat along to tow us into the harbour. The others will double along to Osmington Mills and warn the coastguard. Phillips and I will keep a sharp look-out for signals if you have to semaphore to us. Give a hand with the dinghy first. The silver? We'll take that on board." The little boat was successfully launched with no other casualty than a couple of wet shirts. "Take care not to destroy the trail," cautioned Rusty from the dinghy, addressing the party told off for the purpose of reporting the incident to the coastguard. Without much difficulty Rivett and Phillips boarded the _Olivette_. An examination of the boat resulted in the discovery, amongst other things, of a bundle of charts on each of which appeared the words: "1st Milford Sea Scouts". "You're right then, John," remarked [Illustration: "SCOUTS TO THE RESCUE!" SHOUTED RIVETT] Rusty. "This boat's been stolen. There's no doubt about that. It's up to us to do the Milford chaps a good turn by taking care of the _Olivette_ until they claim her." Before very long a semaphore message was received from Barnicott.