sly into the rowboat after
fastening the tow line to the scow.

"All aboard," called Harriet softly.

The "Red Rover" moved to the sound of muffled splashes; then a few
moments later silence settled over the secret channel.

* * * * *

It was early on the following morning that Captain George Baker opened
his eyes sleepily. He yawned, blinked and sat up.

"I guess I'll take an early morning plunge," he decided. "I won't wake
up all day if I don't." Donning his bathing suit he stumbled out to the
lake and permitted himself to fall in. The captain splashed and paddled
about in the cool water for a quarter of an hour. His companions were
still sleeping. George did not awaken them, preferring to take a
solitary swim and rub down before calling them out.

At last the captain of the Tramp Club emerged dripping from the water
and ran quickly for the tent. A few minutes later he appeared dressed
for the day. Walking down to the shore of the lake he gazed across the
water then uttered a sudden yell and began dancing up and down.

"Come out, fellows! Come out!" he howled, "Look! Look!"

Larry Goheen, Billy Gordon and the others came tumbling out, rubbing
their eyes and blinking sleepily.

"What's the row?" cried Billy.

"Mean shame to play pranks on a fellow when he's dead for sleep,"
growled Sam.

"Now, what did you do it for?" demanded Larry. "Explain, or in the lake
you go!"

"I've already been in the lake. I'm dressed for the day. But open your
eyes. You are the sleepiest lot of fellows I ever saw. Why, a baby could
stalk you and you'd never hear it say 'goo.' Come, don't you
sleepy-heads see anything that interests you?"

Instead of looking out over the lake they were looking at George.

"Wait, I'll draw a map of the scene and write a directory to the map.
Even then you'd need a private tutor to explain it to you. Look over
there? Do you see anything? Wait, I'll get the telescope."

Following the direction indicated by Captain George's upraised arm the
boys gazed and as they gazed their eyes grew wide with wonder. Then
suddenly an ear-splitting yell rose from the lips of the Tramp Club.

"It's the 'Red Rover'!" shouted Sam.

"We've found them at last, the tramps!" cried Larry Goheen, his shock of
fiery red hair fairly standing on end.

"We've found them?" scoffed George. "Guess again, Reddy. You mean they
have found themselves for us."

"Well, what do you know about that