"I do not believe it. This is some trick!" burst out the girl. "I want you to put me on shore again." "You can't go ashore now," answered Baxter. "Ease her off, Goss." "Right you are," answered Bill Goss. "What's the course now?" "Straight down the lake." "All right." "You are not going to take me down the lake!" cried Dora in increased alarm. "Yes, we are." "I--I won't go!" "I don't see how you are to help yourself," responded Baxter roughly. "Dan Baxter, you are a brute!" "If you can't say anything better than that, you had better say nothing!" muttered Baxter. "I will say what I please. You have no right to carry me off in this fashion!" "Well, I took the right." "You shall be locked up for it." "You'll have to place me in the law's hands first." "I don't believe Dick Rover sent that letter at all!" "You can believe what you please." "You forged his name to it." "Let us talk about something else." "You are as bad as your father, and that is saying a good deal," went on the poor girl bitterly. "See here, don't you dare to speak of my father!" roared the bully in high anger. "My father is as good as anybody. This is only a plot against him--gotten up by the Rovers and his other enemies." Dan Baxter's manner was so terrible that Dora sank back on a camp stool nearly overcome. Then, seeing some men at a distance, on the shore, she set up a scream for help. "Here, none of that!" ejaculated Mumps, and clapped his hand over her mouth. "Let me go!" she screamed. "Help! Help!" "We'll put her in the cabin," ordered Dan Baxter, and also caught hold of Dora. She struggled with all the strength at her command, but was as a baby in their grasp, and soon found herself in the cabin with the door closed and locked behind her. It was then that her nerves gave way, and, throwing herself on a couch, she burst into tears. "What will they do with me?" she moaned. "Oh, that I was home again!" It was a long while before she could compose herself sufficiently to sit up. In the meantime the _Falcon_ was sailing down the lake toward Cayuga with all speed. "This must be some plan of Josiah Crabtree to get me away from home," she thought. "Poor mother! I wonder what will happen to her while I am away? If that man gets her to marry him what will I do? I can never live with them--never!" And she heaved a deep sigh. Presently she arose and walked to the single window of which the cabin boasted. It was open, but several little iron bars had been screwed fast on the outside. "They have me like a bird in a cage," she thought. "Where will this dreadful adventure end?" Hour after hour went by and she was not molested. Then came a knock on the cabin door. "Dora! Dora Stanhope!" came in Dan Baxter's voice. "Well?" "Will you behave yourself if I unlock the door?" "It is you who ought to behave yourself," she retorted. "Never mind about that. I have something for you to eat."