"Well, he has left, and taken our houseboat with him," said Sam, bitterly. "What about Solly Jackson, the carpenter who was going to do some repairs for us?"
"Oh, Solly's a fairly good kind, but years ago he used to work the lottery ticket game with Pold. He's an old bachelor and never has much to say about anything."
"Has he any regular shop?"
"Oh, no; he's a come-day-go-day sort of fellow, boards around, and like that."
"Then he must be in with Gasper Pold," said the youngest Rover. "They've cleared out together with our property."
"Hum! Might be so, lad. Have much on board the craft?"
"Yes, a great many things—furniture, a piano, books, and all of our clothing."
"Hum! Quite a haul—if they can get away with it. Maybe you had better notify the authorities."
"We certainly will—if we can't find the houseboat," said Sam, and then, after a few words more with the ladies and the girls, he started off to rejoin Tom and Dick, and Songbird Powell went with him.
