"There's some one
around here all the time and no one could do any damage without
being seen."
"It doesn't make any difference," asserted Sam. "A man might drop
sand into the bearings or grease cups or do some other mean trick
and nobody ever see him."
"All right, then," laughed George, "I'll be the goat. I'll stay
here while you're gone. I guess I shan't be lonesome," he added
with a laugh as he glanced at the increasing assembly which
already had been drawn to the dock to gaze at the beautiful
little motor-boat.
Soon after the departure of his friends, George seated himself in
the stern of the boat and did his utmost to appear indifferent to
the admiring glances and words of approval which now were coming
from the spectators.
He had secured a copy of the morning paper and was pretending to
be interested in the news he was reading.
Suddenly he partly dropped the paper as in the crowd he
discovered the canal-man, who had demanded their bond at Cape
Vincent. For some reason which George was unable to understand he
did not advance to the boat, preferring to remain on the
outskirts of the little assembly. The fact, however, that the man
was there was in itself somewhat startling.
Still pretending to be interested in his paper, George did his
utmost to follow the actions of the man whom he had discovered,
but not many minutes had elapsed before he departed from the
dock.
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