CHAPTER XI
A HUNT FOR AN ICE-BOAT
"It's gone!"
"Where in the world could it have gone to?"
"It was too far on the shore to be blown away."
"Can anybody have stolen the craft?"
Such were some of the words uttered as the students stood on the shore of the lonely island, gazing first in one direction and then in another. Darkness had now settled down, and they could see but little at a distance.
"I really believe somebody took the ice-boat," remarked Dave. "As the sail was down I don't see how she could budge of herself."
"Exactly my way of thinking," answered Roger. "And I've got an idea who took the craft, too."
"Those Rockville cadets?" queried Henshaw.
"Yes."
"They wouldn't be above such a piece of mischief," said Messmer. "They feel mighty sore over the way we outsailed them that time we raced."
"They'll be likely to sail the boat to our dock
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