"
"You've been asleep," retorted George.
"I haven't closed my eyes," retorted Grant sharply. "If you do as
well you'll be lucky."
A half-hour after George had entered upon his task he stopped and
peered through the window into the boathouse. The light of the
moon made many of the objects within clear and distinct. The
Black Growler was lying peacefully in her slip. Apparently peril
was nowhere threatening.
Suddenly, as George glanced at the farther end of the platform
beside the slip, he stopped abruptly and stepped quickly back
from the window. Approaching the place again, he cautiously
peered within and his first impressions were confirmed. He was
able to see distinctly the figure of a man crouching in a corner
of the room.
Instantly George's heart was thumping wildly and he was tempted
to shout to the intruder. Hastily banishing the impulse he
watched the man. The dim outline of his figure was distinctly
seen. Perhaps the intruder had been startled by the discovery of
the face at the window. At all events he remained motionless and
not a sound was heard save the lapping of the little waves
against the dock.
By this time George's fears had returned in full force. He
decided quickly to summon the Go Ahead boys and not attempt alone
to drive away the intruder. That the man's purpose in coming was
evil he had no question.
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