"I put the dummy down
there so that if anybody looked into the boat-house he would see
it and he would think somebody was on guard."
"That's right," said Fred. "We had two dummies on guard to-night.
One inside the boat-house and one outside."
"That may be all true," spoke up George, "but there was only one
of them that followed you into the river."
"You would feel better if you had," declared Fred. "Now, then, I
don't see that there's anything more for us to do except to go
back to bed."
"But where's my dummy?" demanded Sam.
"That's right," said Fred. "We never fished it out of the river.
I guess you'll find it all right, Sam, somewhere in the slip."
In a brief time Sam's possession was rescued from its place of
peril, but the boatman's lamentations were the last words the
boys heard when they departed.
"Color's all washed out. It doesn't look more than half human,"
Sam was declaring as he stood in the moonlight examining the
dummy which he had fashioned after his arrival at the boat-house.
"Sam has an extra assortment of legs and arms in his room,"
exclaimed Grant, as the boys entered the house. "He seems
possessed to have them around him."
"Perhaps they will come in handy some day," laughed George.
"I don't know how."
On the following morning, however, when the Black Growler was
withdrawn from the slip and once more was sent over a part of the
course there was a goodly supply of Sam's legs and arms on board.
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