ould not dream of going so far as the Harbor in that
dinky little _Tocsin_. I've got my eye on just the craft, and I can get
her over here in an hour by telephoning to the port. It's the _Stazy_."

"Goody!" exclaimed Jennie Stone. "That big blue yacht! And she's got a
regular crew--and everything. Aunty won't be afraid to go with us in
her."

"That's fine, Tom," said his sister with appreciation.

Even Ruth seemed to take some interest. But she suggested:

"Be sure there is gasoline enough, Tom. That _Stazy_ doesn't spread a foot
of canvas, and we are not likely to find a gas station out there in the
ocean, the way we did in the hills of Massachusetts."

"Don't fear, Miss Fidget," he rejoined. "Are you all game?"

They were. The girls went to "doll up," to quote the slangy Tom, for Reef
Harbor was one of the most fashionable of Maine coast resorts and the
knockabout clothing they had been wearing at Beach Plum Point would never
do at the Harbor hotels.

The _Stazy_ was a comfortable and fast motor-yacht. As to her
sea-worthiness even Tom could not say, but she looked all right. And to
the eyes of the members of Ruth Fielding's party there was no threat of
bad weather. So why worry about the pleasure-craft's balance and her
ability to sail the high seas?

"It is only a short run, anyway," Tom said.

As for Colonel Marchand, he had not the first idea about ships or sailing.
He admitted that only continued fair weather and a smooth sea had kept
him on deck coming over from France with Jennie and Helen.

At the present time he and Jennie Stone were much too deeply engrossed in
each other to think of anything but their own two selves. In a fortnight
now, both the Frenchman and Tom would have to return to the battle lines.
And they were, deep in their hearts, eager to go back; for they did not
dream at this time that the German navy would revolt, that the High
Command and the army had lost their morale, and that the end of the Great
War was near.

Within Tom's specified hour the party got under way, boarding the _Stazy_
from a small boat that came to the camp dock for them. It was not until
the yacht was gone with Ruth Fielding and her party that Mr. Hammond set
on foot the investigation he had determined upon the night before.

The president of the Alectrion Film Corporation thought a great deal of
the girl of the Red Mill. Their friendship was based on something more
than a business association. But he knew, to