"I think the joke's on George more than even it is on Peewee and
String," laughed Grant.
At this moment Sam, who had been asleep in his room appeared,
rubbing his eyes and gazing in surprise at the boys. "What's
wrong?" he demanded gruffly.
"Nothing," said George, beginning to laugh again.
"It seems to me you make lots of fuss when nothin' is the matter.
What are you all down here for anyway?"
"Why, George got us down here to help him get a man who was in
the boat-house."
"Huh, what's that you say?"
"Why, George discovered somebody in the boat-house and he routed
us all out to help him get him."
"Did you get him?" inquired Sam.
"We got all there was to get," laughed Grant.
"What do you mean?" demanded Sam, looking around the room and for
the first time suspecting what had taken place.
"Why, we mean that you had that wax figure of yours down here and
we all thought it was a man."
"I don't blame you," said Sam solemnly. "That's one of the best
wax dummies I ever made."
"But why did you leave it where you did?" inquired George.
"Why, I figured it out this way," said Sam slowly. "If a
scarecrow will keep crows out of a cornfield, why couldn't I rig
up something to scare off anybody that wanted to damage the Black
Growler?"
"That's good sense," said Grant soberly.
"Of course it is sense," declared Sam.
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