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    One merchant, in particular, was furious. “Those polecats got a beautiful cabin cruiser from me,” he said.
    â€œThat would be sort of hard to hide, wouldn’t it?” asked Joe.
    â€œWell, it was several days before I realized I had been swindled,” the man replied. “By that time they could have been thousands of miles away from here.”
    â€œI don’t think it would be easy to sell a high-priced boat like that,” Frank said.
    The man shrugged. “I suppose if they can’t sell it they’ll use it themselves.”
    Then he cocked his head. “You say you’re after the swindlers?”
    â€œRight,” Joe replied.
    â€œWell, I’d advise you to keep your eyes open in all camping spots.”
    â€œThat’s what we intend to do,” Frank said.
    After jotting down the cruiser’s description and engine number, the boys set off on the highway again. Toward late afternoon, Joe studied the map and picked out a large trailer park fifty miles ahead.
    â€œI’m all for stopping there,” Chet said. “It’s getting late.”
    When they pulled into the camp, the boys were surprised to see how large it was. In one section trailers were parked close together, and the vacationers sat on folding chairs, chatting with their neighbors. Some of the house trailers had plaques on the doors, with the names and addresses of their owners.
    Joe drove to a secluded spot, where they quickly set up the camper. As they finished their evening meal, a loudspeaker boomed out the announcement there would be a talent show that evening.
    â€œCome one, come all and enjoy the fun,” the announcer said. “We’ll meet at nine o’clock at the campfire.”
    â€œHow about it, Joe?” Frank asked. “Want to show them a little Bayport talent with that guitar of yours?”
    â€œSure,” Joe replied. “If Biff brings his mouth organ.”
    â€œOh, come on,” Biff said. “Don’t you think a big guy like me would look funny playing a little bitty harmonica?”
    Frank noticed the pout on Chet’s face. “Now don’t feel left out, Chet,” he said. “Maybe you could do a hula dance. Did you bring your grass skirt?”
    â€œLay off, will you!” Chet retorted. “I got another surprise for you.”
    â€œWhat’s that?” Joe asked brightly.
    Somewhat embarrassed, Chet admitted that he had been practicing on a jew’s-harp.
    â€œHey, that’s great!” said Joe. “Then all three of us will do our thing!”
    â€œSure,” Frank added. “The Bayport Symphony. I hope they have a talent scout from Hollywood here tonight.”
    The boys laughed, looking forward to an evening of fun. Shortly after dark the park manager trucked a load of logs to a pit in the center of the grounds. A huge bonfire was started and its flames lighted up the night.
    After a crowd had gathered around, the master of ceremonies called for volunteers to entertain. One boy stepped forward with a trumpet. After a good jazz rendition, he was followed by a solo drummer.
    â€œNot bad,” Frank said. Then he introduced the Bayport Symphony. But before the boys could plunge into the folk tunes they had planned, the stillness of the evening was broken by the staccato sound of a motorcycle.
    A small trail bike weaved around the edge of the crowd. The rider, a young fellow with flying blond hair, grinned devilishly at the onlookers.
    The emcee ordered him away and the bike turned back. When the put-put of the motor faded out, Joe, Biff, and Chet launched into their act. The crowd clapped and howled with laughter as Chet did a soft-shoe while playing the jew’s-harp.
    Then suddenly the trail bike chattered again like a machine gun.
    â€œThat guy must be nuts,” Biff declared as the driver whizzed past where they were standing.
    Joe jumped out of the way, lost his balance, and