"They may have gone on board and Captain Starr may have sailed off with them," said the youngest Rover. "Remember, he is a queer stick, to say the least." "That doesn't explain the screams I heard," said Tom. "I dink me dot Paxter got somedings to do mit dis," said Hans. "He vos a rascals from his hair to his doenails alretty!" "The only thing to do is to make a search," came from Songbird Powell. "I'm ready to go out, rain or no rain." They were all ready, and in the end it was decided that all of the boys should prosecute the hunt, leaving Mrs. Stanhope, Mrs. Laning, and Grace with the wife of the proprietor of the stock farm. The proprietor himself, a Kentuckian named Paul Livingstone, said he would go with them. "If there has been foul play of any sort I will aid you to have justice done," said Paul Livingstone. "To me this whole thing looks mightily crooked." "One thing is certain,--if the houseboat was stolen, the mist and rain will aid the thieves to get away with her," said Dick. It was a rather silent crowd that rode into Skemport an hour and a half later. Here a doctor was roused up and sent to the stock farm, to see if Mrs. Stanhope needed him, for she was weak and might collapse completely when least expected. Once at the spot where the _Dora_ had been tied up, another search was begun for the girls and the houseboat. Some went up the shore and others down, each with a lantern which had been provided to dispel the gloom. "Oh, where? Oh, where? In dire despair We search the shore in vain!" came lowly from Songbird, but then he felt too heavy-hearted to finish the verse and heaved a sigh instead. "This is simply heart-rending," he said. "That's what it is," answered Dick. Hans was not far off, shambling along in his own peculiar fashion. He held up his lantern and by the dim rays made out a building some distance away. "I yonder vot is in dare?" he said to himself. "Maype I go und look, hey? It ton't cost me noddings." Through the mist and rain he approached the building and walked around to the door, which was closed. He flung it open and held up his lantern to see inside. "_Du meine Zeit!_ Vot is dis?" he gasped. "Cabtain Starr, or I vos treaming! Hi, Cabtain, vot you vos doing here, alretty?" he called out. "Is that--that you, Mueller?" asked the captain, in a trembling voice. "Sure it vos me. Vot you did here, tole me dot?" "I--the rascals tied me fast. They said they'd come and give me a hundred dollars in the morning, but I don't think they'll do it." "Py chimanatics! Vait a minute." Hans ran outside and waved his lantern. "Come here!" he bawled. "Come here, kvick, eferybody!" His cry summoned the others, and they quickly gathered at the stable and released the captain. While they were doing this, they made the simple-minded fellow tell his story. "Describe those two fellows," said Dick, and Captain Starr did so. The description was perfect. "Dan Baxter and Lew Flapp!" cried Tom.