can run the launch?" he asked, turning to the former bully of Putnam Hall.
"Sure I can—used to do that sort of thing at home, years ago," replied Dan Baxter.
Without ceremony Fred and Songbird were tied fast to two trees near by, the ropes being passed from their wrists directly around each tree. Then the men and Baxter departed, taking with them several heavy bundles which they had been carrying.
"That stuff they have must be from the house boat," said Fred, when he and Songbird were left alone in the forest. "They are going to run off with it on the launch!"
"I reckon you are right." Songbird gave a groan. "Gosh! they tied my wrists together so tightly the blood won't circulate!"
"They are first-class rascals, and Dan Baxter is as bad as any of them," was the answer. "Isn't it strange that he should escape from that swamp, and after losing his horse, too!"
After that the two prisoners listened intently and soon heard the putt-putt of the gasoline launch, as the power was turned on. Gradually the sound grew fainter and fainter.
"They are off!" sighed Fred. "Perhaps now we'll never see the launch again!"
"This will make Harold Bird angry, Fred. First his pet dog and now his new launch. He'll
