launch and this they did, Harold Bird and Dick carrying the dead dog between them. All were sorry that the canine was dead, for they realized that the animal had done its best for them against the bob cats.
They had no spade, but with some flat sticks managed to scoop out a hole of respectable depth and in this they buried the canine. Over the spot the young Southerner placed a peculiar stick to mark the spot.
"He was a fine dog and was once the pet of my father," he said. "Some day I may place a monument over his grave."
They left the vicinity and continued on their trip around the lake, scanning every identation of the shore for a possible glimpse of the Dora. There were many winding places, so it was noon before the task was half completed.
"This is growing to be a longer hunt than I anticipated," remarked Fred. "I thought finding the houseboat would be dead easy."
Lunch was had, and once again they went on the search, this time at a point where a bayou joined Lake Sico to a smaller lake. Here they had no move with care, for the bayou was filled with the hidden roots of trees long since thrown down by storms.
"Of ve ton't look out ve peen caught in dem dree roots," observed Hans, looking down into
