but accurate aim, and the bob cat was hit in the side. It went under with a yelp, letting go of the dog as it did so. Dandy gave a final nip and then turned and swam back to the launch and was helped aboard by his master.
"Wonder if the bob cat is dead?" asked Fred, in a voice that he tried in vain to steady.
"Hasn't come up again," came laconically from Songbird. He had taken the lamp from Harold Bird and was sending the rays over the surface of the lake in several directions.
They watched for several minutes and then made out the dead form of the bob cat floating among the bushes on the opposite side of the little cove.
"Done for—and I am glad of it," murmured Tom, and he wiped the cold perspiration from his forehead.
"I don't know if we are out of the woods or not," said the owner of the launch. "Where there is one bob cat there are often more."
"In that case I think we had better move the boat away from the shore," answered Dick. "It may not be as comfortable as under the trees but it will be safer."
At that moment the gas lamp began to flicker and die down.
"Here, give the lamp to me," said the launch owner, and taking the lamp he shook it and tried
