He would not have had time to get back to the
boat ahead of me. Then again, Teddy was sure that the clown had
been back for more than an hour. He may have had something to do
with laying the trap in the ring for Dimples and myself."
"I am afraid I am not on the right track at all," decided Phil
at last, with a deep sigh.
He was still awake when the "Fat Marie" shook off her moorings
and with a long blast of her siren, drifted out into the stream
and began pounding down the river.
Phil got up, stretched himself, looked out of the window, then
decided to go on deck to get the breeze, for the heat was
stifling in his stateroom. Teddy was sound asleep.
The deck seemed to be deserted. Phil walked over to the rail and
leaning both elbows upon it closed his eyes dreamily.
It must have been fully an hour later when Teddy awakened
suddenly, with a foreboding that something was not as it
should be.
"Phil!" he called.
There was no reply.
"_Phil!_" repeated Teddy in a louder tone.
Failing to get a response, Teddy arose and found his companion's
bed empty.
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