"Where are they going to take me next?" "You had better ask Mr. Baxter. I was only brought on board to wait on you." "Then that means that they wish to take me quite a distance!" cried Dora, and ran on deck. Mumps and Baxter were talking earnestly together near the bow. At once she ran to them. "Where is my mother?" "You'll see her soon," answered the former bully of Putnam Hall. "It was another trick of yours!" burst out Dora. "And I think you gave me something last night to make me sleepy." "What if we did?" came from Mumps. "You are all right now." "I do not want to go another step with you." Dora looked around and saw a strange boat passing. "Help! help!" she screamed. At once there was another row, in which not only the boys, but also Bill Goss and his wife, took a hand. In the end poor Dora was marched to the cabin and put under lock and key. If the girl had been disheartened before, she was now absolutely downcast. "They have me utterly in their power!" she moaned over and over again. "Heaven alone knows where they will take me!" And then she sank down on her knees and prayed that God might see her safely through her perils. Her prayer seemed to calm her, and she felt that there was at least one Power that would never desert her. "Poor, poor mamma, how I wish I knew what was happening to her!" she murmured. Slowly the hours went by. Mrs. Goss came and went, and Dora was even allowed to go on deck whenever no other boat was close at hand. Thus Martin Harris saw her; but, as we know, that meeting amounted to nothing. It was Mrs. Goss who served the meals, and as Dora could not starve, she was compelled to eat what was set before her, the fare being anything but elaborate. "Sorry, but we haven't got a hotel chef on board," observed Dan Baxter, as he came in during the supper hour. "But I'll try to get something better on board at New York." "Do you mean to say you intend to take me away down to that city?" queried Dora. "Humph! we are going further than that." "And to where?" "Wait and see." "Are you afraid to tell me?" "I don't think it would be a wise thing to do." "We are just going to take a short ocean trip--" began Mumps, when Baxter stopped him. "Don't talk so much--you'll spoil everything," remarked the bully. "An ocean trip!" burst out Dora. "No! No! I do not wish to go on the ocean." "As I said before, I think you'll go where the yacht goes." "Does my mother know anything of this?" "She knows you are away," grinned Mumps. "You need not tell me that!" exclaimed Dora. "You are a mean, mean boy, so there!" And she turned on her heel and walked off. She wished she had learned how to swim. They were running quite close to shore, and she felt that a good swimmer could gain land without much effort. Then a man came out from shore in a large flatboat. "Help! Help!" she cried. "Save me, and I will reward you well! They are carrying me away from home!"