"And keep a close watch on the Baxters," added Tom.
At this moment the door of the tiny cabin of the sloop opened, and a girl came out, rubbing her eyes as if she had been taking a nap, which was a fact.
She stared at the Baxters like one in a dream, and then gave a sudden cry of alarm.
"Is it you!"
"Dora Stanhope!" ejaculated Tom and Sam in a breath.
Then the girl started and turned her eyes ashore. "Tom Rover! And Sam! Where in the wide world did you come from?"
The Baxters fell back, almost overcome, and the father clutched the arm of his son savagely.
"We've put our foot into it here," he muttered.
"Who would have supposed that she was on this boat?" came from the son.
"Do you know these folks, Miss Stanhope?" questioned Randy Fairwell.
"Yes, I know all of them," answered the girl, when she had somewhat recovered from her surprise.
"Of course she knows us," put in Tom, "and she knows those rascals, too; don't you, Dora?"
"Yes, Tom. But how did you come here?"
