id have good luck!"

"Yes, indeed," agreed the colonel, and his luck was better than the
boatman guessed, and of a different kind.

It was in pursuance of this same luck that caused the colonel, later
that day, when the shadows of evening were falling, to take his limp
satchel and slip out of the house. He went afoot to the ferry dock, and
when the Allawanda floundered in like a porpoise he went on board. It
was his first visit to this part of the inlet that separated Lakeside
from Loch Harbor, and this means of getting to the yachting center was
seldom used by any guests of The Haven. They went around by the highway
in automobiles.

"Well," mused the colonel, as he went to the men's cabin with his limp
valise, "I hope Mr. Blossom keeps his promise and comes here to-night. I
shall be interested in noting to whom he pays the money."

Then, seeing that the little cabin of the ramshackle boat was deserted
at that hour, the colonel went to a dark corner, and from it emerged,
a little later, with a beard on that would have done credit to the most
orthodox inhabitant of New York's Ghetto.

Still the colonel did not look like a Jew, and he was not going to
attempt that character. He made his way to the stern of the craft, where
he could watch all who came aboard, and finding a deck hand who was
sweeping, said:

"I'm not feeling very well. Thought maybe a ride back and forth across
the inlet would do me good if I stayed out in the air. So if you see me
here don't think I'm trying to beat my fare. Here's a dollar, you may
keep the change."

"Thanks--ride all you like," said the man. At five cents a trip, with
the boat stopping at midnight, there would still be a good tip in it for
him. The colonel ensconced himself in a dark corner and waited.

The first two trips over and back were fruitless as far as his object
was concerned. But just as the Allawanda was about to pull out for her
third voyage across the inlet, there came on board a woman, with a shawl
so closely wrapped about her that her features were completely hidden.
There were only a few oil lamps on the old-fashioned craft, and the
illumination was poor.

The colonel thought there was something vaguely familiar about the
figure, but he was not certain. He tried to get near enough to her, in
a casual walk up and down the deck, to view her countenance, but, either
by accident or design, she turned away and looked over the rail. He was
close enough, however, to