"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.
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