“And you would do right, too.  But are you going to leave it out all night?”

“I shall have to.  I have no boathouse to put it in.”

“There is room in my boathouse for two boats,” said Valentine.  “I will help you put it inside.”

“Thank you, Val.  I will be glad to pay you rent for the use of the place.”

“I don’t want any money, Andy; I will do it out of friendship.”

“Thank you; but you mustn’t forget that I am quite able to pay.”

“That’s true, and I am glad of it; but, all the same, I don’t want any money.”

“I wonder Conrad doesn’t have a boathouse.”

“He tells me his father has promised him one.  He has not yet decided upon a location.”

The two boys got into Andy’s boat and rowed it a few rods till they reached the boathouse.  There was no difficulty in putting it away.  The boathouse was double, and there was room for two boats.

“I will have another key made, Andy, so that you can get at your boat when I am not with you.”

“All right!  That will be very nice.”

“How do you like Mr. Gale?”

“Tiptop.  I was very fortunate to fall in with him.  It will be a great loss to me when he goes away.”

“Is he thinking of going soon?”

“I don’t think so—­I hope not.”

It was later in the evening when the tramp went down to the pond, provided with the shavings and other combustibles which Conrad had provided.

Conrad, after meeting him, had gone home at once.  He thought it more prudent, in view of the plot in which he was engaged, to avoid suspicion by not being seen in company with the tramp.

“Give me the two dollars now,” said the tramp, when the fuel was handed him.

“Do you think I am a fool?” answered Conrad, sharply.  “If I should do that, you would go off and not do the work.”

“I’ll do the work fast enough.  I want to get even with that young rascal.”

“What!  Do you know him?”

“I have met him,” answered the tramp, evasively.  “He played me a mean trick, and I want to get even with him.”

“What sort of a trick was it?”

“I will tell you some other time—­I haven’t time now.  I wish I had a hatchet.”

“What for?”

“Then, if the fire didn’t spoil the boat, I’d hack it up.”

“I think I can get you a hatchet, but you must not leave it on the bank, for my father’s initial, ‘C,’ is on it.”

“All right.  I’ll be careful.”

The hatchet was delivered to the tramp a little later.

About eight o’clock the tramp went down to the lake and looked for
Andy’s boat.

There was but one in sight—­Conrad’s—­but he never doubted that this was the one he was to destroy.  He waited till half-past eight, when he considered it dark enough for his purpose.

He carefully laid the shavings in one end of the boat, covered them over with pieces of board, which, with the help of the hatchet, he split into smaller pieces, and then set them on fire.