sheet and raised over the launch like an awning. Then all huddled beneath, to make themselves as comfortable as possible.
"Don't you think somebody ought to remain on guard?" asked Tom. "We don't want those fellows to carry us off and us not know it!"
"Da can't vos cany me off dot vay," said Hans, who could never see the funny side of a remark. "I vould kick, I tole you!"
"As there are seven of us, why not have every body stand guard for just an hour?" suggested Sam. "If we turn in at ten that will carry us through to five in the morning—when we ought to continue our hunt."
"Providing the mist will let us," smiled Harold Bird. "But I think your plan a good one," he added.
Lots were drawn and Fred went on guard first, to be followed by Hans and Tom. At ten o'clock all of the crowd but Fred turned in, to get as much sleep as possible.
"I tole you vot," remarked Hans, as he tried to make his head feel easy on one of the seats. "Dis ton't vos so goot like mine ped at Putnam Hall!"
"Not by a good deal!" answered Songbird. "Dear old Putnam Hall! After all the pleasures we have had, I shall be glad to get back to that institution again."
