"Oh, if it should be the boat." Harriet ceased rowing and quickly turned her head over her right shoulder.

She gazed, at first half startled, then uttered a cry of delight.
"It's the 'Red Rover.' Don't you see?
Hurrah! We've found the boat.

It's the sun shining on those red sides that made it look like a fire." Harriet swung the prow of the boat and began rowing shoreward with all her might.

After a few minutes of rowing she drove the boat in alongside of the "Red Rover," then leaped out on the shore.

The unknown miscreant having cut her from her moorings the houseboat had drifted down the lake.