and leave her there," said Shadow. "Puts me in mind of a story I once heard about"
"I don't want to hsten to any stories just now," grumbled Henshaw. "I want to find that ice-boat. If we can't find her we'll have to walk home."
"What a pity we didn't bring our skates!" cried Dave. "The wind is very light, and if we had them we might catch up with whoever took the craft. I am by no means certain the Rockville cadets are guilty. When we met them they were going home, and they didn't know we were coming here."
"Nobody knew that," said Messmer.
"Who was the last person we met on the river before landing?" questioned the senator's son.
All of the boys thought for a minute.
"I saw Link Merwell," said Shadow.
"Yes, and Nat Poole was with him," answered Henshaw. "Merwell has become quite a crony of Nat Poole's since Gus Plum dropped out."
Link Merwell was a new student, who had come to Oak Hall from another boarding school some miles away. He was a tall, slim fellow with a tremendously good opinion of himself, and showed a disposition to "lord it over everybody," as Sam Day had expressed it. He was something of a dude, and it was their mutual regard for dress that caused him and Nat Poole to become intimate.
