Slowly the time went by.  They tried to look out of the stateroom window, but Dan Baxter had placed a bit of canvas outside in such a position that they could see nothing.

“They do not want us to find out where they are taking us,” said Dora, and her surmise was correct.

Night was coming on once more when they felt a sudden jar of the houseboat, followed by several other jars.  Then they heard a scraping and a scratching.

“We have struck the bottom and are scraping along some trees and bushes,” said Nellie.  “Where can we be?”

“Here is a fine shelter!” they heard Pick Loring exclaim.  “They’ll never spot the houseboat in such a cove as this.”

“I believe you,” answered Dan Baxter.  “It is certainly a dandy hiding place.”

“Those girls can’t very well get ashore neither,” said Hamp Gouch.  “If they tried it they would get into mud up to their waists.”

“Is this Shaggam Creek—­the place you spoke about?” asked Lew Flapp.

“Yes.”

“You said there was an old man around here named Jake Shaggam.”

“Yes, he lives in that tumble-down shanty over the hill.  I don’t think he will bother us.”

“Does he live there alone?”

“Yes.  He is a bachelor and don’t like to go down to the village.”

The girls heard this talk quite plainly, but presently Baxter, Flapp, and the two horse thieves withdrew to another part of the houseboat and they heard no more.

“We are at a place called Shaggam Creek,” said Dora.  “That is worth remembering.”

“If only we could get some sort of a message to the Rover boys and the others,” sighed Nellie.  “Dora, can’t we manage it somehow?”

“Perhaps we can—­anyway, it won’t do any harm to write out a message or two, so as to have them ready to send off if the opportunity shows itself.”

Paper and pencils were handy, and the cousins set to work to write out half a dozen messages.

“We can set them floating on the river if nothing more,” said Nellie.  “Somebody might pick one up and act on it.”

The hours slipped by, and from the quietness on board the girls guessed that some of their abductors had left the houseboat.

This was true.  Baxter and Flapp had gone off, in company with Pick Loring, to send a message to Mrs. Stanhope and to Mrs. Laning, stating that Dora and Nellie were well and that they would be returned unharmed to their parents providing the sum of sixty thousand dollars be forwarded to a certain small place in the mountain inside of ten days.

“If you do not send the money the girls will suffer,” the message concluded.  “Beware of false dealings, or it may cost them their lives!”

“That ought to fetch the money,” said Dan Baxter, after the business was concluded.

“If they can raise that amount,” answered Loring.  “Of course you know more about how they are fixed than I do.”