letter," he concluded, and cast it on the ground where he had found it.
Arriving at where the rowboat had been tied up, the three chums looked around carefully, and soon saw footprints leading to a little cove, shaded by tall elderberry bushes. Pushing some of the bushes aside, Dave looked into the water and gave a cry:
"Here she is, fellows!"
"Have you really found the boat, Dave?" questioned Phil.
"Yes. She's at the bottom of the cove. They piled her full of stones and sunk her. They must have had quite a job doing it."
"And here are the oars!" exclaimed Roger, dragging them from the bushes. "Say, it's going to be cold work getting that boat into shape for use," he added, for the sun was going down and the air was keen.
"I'll do it, if you don't care to," answered Dave. "A cold plunge will do me good."
"I'll help, if you say so?" volunteered Phil.
"Never mind, Phil; I think I can do it alone. No use in more than one undressing."
The rowboat had been sunk in water three feet deep. Taking off most of his clothing, and also his shoes and socks, Dave waded into the cove and set to work taking the stones out of the craft.
