came softly from Songbird, who could not resist the temptation to burst into verse.
"Great shoestrings, Songbird! To think you'd make up poetry on such a subject," cried Fred.
"Couldn't help it—I haven't composed any thing to-day," was the calm answer.
"Maype Songpird been komposing boultry ven he been in his coffin," remarked Hans.
"All of which doesn't answer the question, What are we going to do?" said Sam.
"I wonder if I can charter a small tug or steamboat to go down the river after the house boat," came from Dick.
"There isn't much to be had in the town," answered Fred Garrison. "Still, we can try."
The Rovers with their friends returned to Shapette. Here they ran into the chief of police, who also acted as a sort of detective.
"Boat stolen! Is it possible!" burst out that official. "Never heard of such a thing befo', sah, never! I am sorry, sah, exceedingly sorry, sah! Have you any idea who is guilty, sah?"
"I have," answered Dick, and told what he knew.
"A bad man, sah, that Gasper Pold—ought to have been arrested long ago, sah, yes, sah. But nobody would make a complaint—all afraid of a
