"Just the thing!" cried Dick, quickly. "Where is that fellow?"
"He ought to be here now—he generally comes in about noon for sandwiches and coffee."
"I wish he would come now," murmured Sam.
After that they did not hurry their lunch, hoping the owner of the motor-boat would appear. He came in ten minutes later—a bright, cheery individual, not much older than Dick.
"Sure I can take you anywhere along the river, if you are willing to pay for it," said he, in answer to a question from the oldest Rover boy. "Just give me time to get a mouthful and I will be with you."
"Let us take some lunch along," suggested Tom. "There is no telling how long this search will last."
"We might take a little," answered Dick. "But I don't think we'll be on the river long."
Ten minutes later the crowd was on the way to the river, to a dock where lay the motor-boat. It was not a very elegant craft, but it had a good engine and could travel well—and that, just then, meant everything to the Rover boys. A bargain was struck for the run, and the boys and the owner got aboard. And then the search for the schooner was begun anew.
