THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE RACING MOTOR-BOAT

BY

ROSS KAY

Author of "Dodging the North Sea Mines, " "With Joffre on the BattleLine, " "Fighting in France, " "The Go Ahead Boys on Smugglers' Island, ""The Go Ahead Boys and the Treasure Cave, " etc. Etc. 

Preface

Every normal boy loves a motor-boat, but words fail to express hisenthusiasm when that boat is also a racer. Behind the events recordedin this story are certain facts, so that the tale is largely true. Theauthor will be glad if the account of life in the open, the adventuresand fortunes, good or ill, the contests and exciting experiencesinterest his readers even partly as much as they did the boys whoshared in the actual occurrences. I have tried to write a story filledwith action, but devoid of sensationalism and false representations. Ifmy boy friends enjoy the company of the Go Ahead boys I shall feelrepaid for my labor. 

Ross Kay

CONTENTS

 I THE START II ON THE WAY III JOHN DISAPPEARS IV THE LOST IS FOUND V THE MISSING BAG VI IN THE TAVERN VII AN UNWELCOME PARTY VIII THE COMING OF THE CALEDONIA IX A FRIEND IN NEED X IN TROUBLE XI RESCUED XII A BATTLE WITH ARMS AND LEGS XIII A SURPRISE XIV A SURPRISING PASSENGER XV AN UPSET XVI THE RESCUE XVII SENDING FOR SAM XVIII A TEST XIX THE LOST FISH XX SAM'S WARNING XXI THE SUMMONS IN THE NIGHT XXII A COLLISION XXIII THE CALL IN THE NIGHT XXIV THE MAN IN THE BOAT-HOUSE XXV THE OWNER OF THE BOND XXVI CONCLUSION

THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE RACING MOTOR-BOAT

CHAPTER I

THE START

"Here we go!"

"We're off!"

"Look quick, or we'll be out of your sight. "

The long, low motor-boat glided smoothly out from the dock to which ithad been made fast. Behind it the water boiled as if it had beenstirred by some invisible furnace. The graceful lines of the boat, itsmanifest power and speed, formed a fitting complement to the brightsunshine and clear air which rested over the waters of the Hudson River. 

On the dock, which the Black Growler was leaving so rapidly behind her, were assembled various members of the families represented by the fourboys on board the motor-boat. Younger brothers and sisters, two uncles, several aunts, not to mention the various fathers and mothers united ina final word of farewell. Handkerchiefs were waved and the sounds ofthe last faint call came across the intervening waters. 

The Black Growler was leaving Yonkers to be gone more than a month. Thetrip was one to which the Go Ahead boys had looked forward withsteadily increasing interest. 

In the first place the boat belonged to Fred Button, one of thequartet. Fred now was at the wheel and the expression of pride on hisface as he occasionally glanced behind him at his companions was onethat indicated something of the feeling in his heart. And indeed therewas a substantial basis for Fred's pride. Among the many boats on theriver the Black Growler moved as if she belonged in a class of her own. People on board the cat boats or yachts, and even the passengers on agreat passing steamer, all stood looking with manifest interest at thedark-colored little boat which was speeding over the waters almost likea thing alive. 

Fred Button, the owner and present pilot of the swift motor-boat wasthe smallest, or at least the shortest, of the four boys. His age wasthe same as that of his companions, all of whom were about seventeen. His round body and rounder face were evidences that in time what Fredlacked in length he might provide in breadth. Among his companions hewas a great favorite and frequently was called by one of the severalnicknames which his comrades had bestowed upon him. Peewee or Pygmy, the latter sometimes shortened to Pyg, were names to which he answeredalmost as readily as to his Christian name. 

His most intimate friend of the four was John Clemens, whose nickname, "String, " indicated what his physique was. He was six feet three inchesin height, although his weight was not much more than that of the morediminutive Fred. "The long and the short of it" the two boys sometimeswere called when they were seen together. 

Grant was the one member of the Go Ahead boys who easily led inwhatever he attempted. His standing in school was high and his time inthe hundred yards dash stood now as a school record. His fund ofgeneral information was so large that some years before, in a joke hehad been dubbed Socrates. That expressive name, however, had recentlybeen shortened to Soc. 

George Washington Sanders, one of the most popular boys in his school, frequently was referred to as Pop, by which designation his friendsindirectly expressed their admiration for one who, even if he bore thename of the Father of his Country, was laughingly referred to as thePapa of the Land. This nickname in the course of time had beenshortened to Pop. 

Already the four Go Ahead boys had had several stirring experiences intheir summer vacations. One of these had been spent at Mackinac Islandwhere their adventures had been chiefly concerned with Smugglers'Island. Together they had made a voyage to the West Indies where theirexperiences on a desert island have been already recorded. [1] Togetherthey had investigated the mysteries connected with an old house nearGeorge's country home, a place shunned by the country folk because ofits reputation of being haunted. [2] Another delightful summer had beenspent by the boys in a camp in the Canadian woods. [3] All theseexperiences had only prepared the way for the days which now wereconfronting them. 

Every one was confident that the Black Growler would give a goodaccount of herself in the motor-boat races which were to be held on theSt. Lawrence River. The grandfather of Fred Button, who was thefortunate owner of an island in the majestic river, had invited theboys to spend a month with him in his cottage. Incidentally he hadexplained that their visit would be at the time when the boat racesoccurred, which he had no question they all would greatly enjoy. He wasunaware that Mr. Button had already purchased a motor-boat of marvelousspeed, although at the time he had no thought that it would be enteredin any contest or races. 

Yielding to Fred's persuasions at last his father had somewhatreluctantly given his consent for the boat to be entered, as well asfor Fred to invite the other three Go Ahead boys to spend the comingweeks together on the island. 

All these thoughts were more or less in the minds of the Go Ahead boyswhen the Black Growler swiftly started on her long voyage. 

"Are you going to keep her going like this all the time?" demanded Johnas the swift little boat steadily continued on her way. 

"She doesn't like to slow up, " replied Fred glancing behind him as hespoke. 

"She had better slow up than blow up, " retorted John. 

"No danger of that, " laughed Fred. "The first thing you know we'll bein the canal. "

"I hope not, " laughed Grant. "It will be a great day when the Go Aheadboys learn how to use the English language. You don't mean 'in' thecanal, you mean 'on' the canal. "

"Perhaps he means what my grandfather used to call the 'ragin'canawl', " suggested Grant. 

"Maybe we'll be both IN it and ON it, " laughed Fred. "If we shouldhappen to strike a rock or bump into another boat it wouldn't be veryhard to understand what would follow. "

"That makes me think, " said Grant solemnly. "Are you sure that you knowhow to steer? If we were traveling on the Erie Canal as they used to gosoon after it was opened--"

"When was that?" broke in George. 

"1825. The Erie Canal extended from Albany to Lake Erie and wasconstructed chiefly because DeWitt Clinton worked for it with might andmain from 1817 to 1825. "

"Good for you!" laughed George, "It's pretty hard to trip up old Socwhen it comes to figures. Now, I myself happen to know how long thecanal is and so I shall be able to tell whether you reeled off yourfigures, depending upon our ignorance or whether you gave them becauseyou knew what they are. How long is the Erie Canal?" he added slowly. 

"Three hundred and fifty and one-half miles, though I find someauthorities give it as three hundred and fifty-two miles, " laughedGrant. 

"Splendid! Splendid!" retorted George solemnly. "I suppose you know allabout all the other great canals too. "

"I have looked them up, " replied Grant simply. "I don't believe instarting off on a trip like ours without finding out some of the factsconnected with it. "

"Don't ask me! Don't ask me!" protested John quickly. "I haven't beenlooking them up, so I don't know. "

"I didn't say I was going to ask you, " retorted Grant. "I told you Iwas going to inform you. I looked them up for the benefit of mybenighted companions. Now there's the Cape Cod Canal, " he added. "Idon't believe there's one of you that knows anything about it. "

"If we don't stop you, there won't be one of us that doesn't know ALLabout it, " said John, pretending to be discouraged by the attitude ofhis friend. "I suppose we'll have to have it, " he added solemnly, "sothe sooner we get it out of the way the better. Tell us and have itover with. "

"The Cape Cod Canal, " said Grant as he looked sternly at John, "iseight miles long, it is twenty-five feet deep and one hundred feetwide. "

"My, now I am almost ready to go back home!" said George solemnly. "Icannot imagine finding out anything more important than that. Have younoticed these Palisades we have been passing? Did you ever see anythingmore beautiful than the river? Pretty soon we'll come to the Highlandsand to West Point and I want to say to you right now, Soc, that I wouldrather know about these things than I would to hear about a ditch thatis one hundred feet wide and twenty-five feet deep and eight mileslong. What's the good of knowing that anyway?"

"I shall try to improve your mind before we come back home, " saidGrant, shaking his head. 

"You don't expect to accomplish much in just a month, do you?"interposed George. 

"Not much more than to get ready to prepare to begin to start tocommence on the contract. "

"My, what a fluent talker my friend is!" said George. "He never is at aloss for a word. It doesn't make any difference to him whether he knowswhat it means or not. "

"Never mind your old facts and figures, " spoke up Fred. "I want you tonotice that big! black yacht yonder. Isn't she a beauty?"

"She is that, " replied Grant with enthusiasm. "I can almost make outher name, " he added as he looked through the field-glasses. "There itis C-a-l-e-Caledonia, " he added quickly. 

"They have got quite a good many people on board, " suggested George ashe noticed a group of boys and girls near the rail, who apparently wereas deeply interested in the motor-boat as the Go Ahead boys were in thebig, black yacht. 

"Let's have a race with her, " suggested George. "Start her up, Fred, and see if the yacht will try to keep up with us. "

Fred laughingly complied with the request, although neither of hiscompanions had any suspicion of the many experiences they were to havewith the passengers and crew of the Caledonia before either vesselreturned to New York. 

[1] See "The Go Ahead Boys and The Treasure Cave. "

[2] "The Go Ahead Boys and the Mysterious Old House. "

[3] See "The Go Ahead Boys and the Island Camp. "

CHAPTER II

ON THE WAY

The proposed race, however, did not take place. The graceful Caledoniasteadily continued on her way without increasing her speed. There werecalls from the deck where the boys noticed several young peoplestanding near the rail. It was plain that there was great admiration oneach boat for the beauty and speed of the other. There were calls andcheers, and waving of handkerchiefs to express their feelings. Perhapsit was in part due to this fact that the Black Growler soon began topull away from the larger boat and not long afterward the Caledonia wasleft far behind. 

"That's the kind of a boat I'm going to have when I get rich!" saidGeorge enthusiastically. "I should like to spend about four months ayear on board a craft like that. "

"That's all right, " spoke up Grant, "but I think after about two monthsof it you would want something else. You see I know you better than youknow yourself. "

"Yes, I see, " retorted George sharply. "You make me think of what JoshBillings said that 'it's a good deal better not to know so many thingsthan it is to know so many things that ain't so!'"

"Never you mind, fellows, " spoke up Fred. "This boat suits me allright. You wait until you see that cup the Black Growler is going towin. "

"I hope we shan't have to wait too long, " said John dryly. 

"You'll wait until the race comes off, " declared Fred. "I'm not takingany cups before I win them, but when the time comes you wait and see merun away from any boat that tries to keep up with us. I have been onthe St. Lawrence before and unless there is something a good dealbetter than I have ever seen there, we shall simply show our heels toany motor-boats on the river. And they say there are more motor-boatsbetween Clayton and Ogdensburg than anywhere else in America. "

"How many?" inquired John. 

"I have been told that there are more than a thousand. "

"Well, " said George, "I'm deeply impressed by the modesty of Peewee. Hesimply thinks this boat will outclass nine hundred and ninety-nineothers that will be madly chasing him all summer long, trying to keeppace with him. "

"But he hasn't won the cup yet, " said Grant quietly. 

"That's right. That's right, " spoke up Fred, pretending to be annoyedby the bantering of his friends. "There are always some people that tryto take the joy out of life. I heard of an old man the other day whowas so disgruntled that when he met a friend on the street who salutedhim with a hearty 'good morning' this old man looked all over the skyto make sure he couldn't find a cloud somewhere and say that it wasn'ta 'good' morning. "

"What did he do if he didn't find any?" laughed George. 

"Why he put his hand on his stomach as if he had a pain and shook hishead and closed his eyes and groaned out, 'Yes, it's a fine day, but Iam sure it is a weather-breeder. We'll have rain to-morrow. '"

"Do you know there are a lot of people like that?" said George. "I metan old woman up near our farm one summer who always said when anybodyasked her how she was that she 'enjoyed' poor health. And I guess shedid. I never knew any one who took such pride in her aches and pains asshe did. One day when the doctor had been to see her she had told himall the pains she suffered and the poor old doctor had to sit there andlisten to her for almost an hour. Finally, when he left she started outof the house after him calling to him to come back because she had justthought of another ache that she hadn't told him about. "

The boys laughed and silence for a time rested upon the little boat. The Black Growler was moving swiftly and still was attracting attentionfrom every boat she met. Following the channel they kept well out inthe river, but the towering hills and the attractive shores were allwithin sight and manifestly did much to impress the Go Ahead boys. 

"Tell me, Fred, " spoke up John at last. "Do they have these races onthe St. Lawrence every summer?"

"They have had for the past few years and they have had water sportstoo. "

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, they have swimming, tilting contests, canoe races, diving and Idon't know what all. "

"Did you ever go in any of them?" inquired John. 

A solemn expression came over Fred's face as he said, "Yes, once. "

"What did you go into?"

"I tried to walk the greased pole. There was a silver cup on the end ofit and the fellow who could walk out and take it could claim it. "

"Did you get the cup?"

"I did not, " replied Fred shortly. 

"I'm surprised, Peewee. I don't know a fellow in all my acquaintancethat I think could walk better on a greased pole than you. "

"Huh, " muttered Fred. "You ought to have seen me. That pole was a partof a telegraph pole. It stuck out from the dock about fifteen feet. Itwas covered with grease and the grease had been rubbed in. "

"How many times were you allowed to try?" asked George. 

"Five. "

"And you couldn't go in five trials?"

"I didn't go. The first time I stepped on the pole my feet flew outfrom under me and I sat down on the river about six or seven feetbelow. I sat down hard too. "

"Did you enjoy it?" laughed John. 

"I did not, " replied Fred slowly, "but the people on the docks andalong the banks seemed to have a fine time. "

"What did you do next?" laughed George. 

"I tied some old sacking on my feet and tried to wipe up the grease asI went along. "

"And didn't that work?"

"Nay, verily it didn't work. I took my seat that time on the pole andthen when I slipped, I tried to throw my arms around it. But for somegood reason I didn't delay very long, before I dropped with a splashinto the St. Lawrence. "

"I hope they will have those things this summer, " spoke up John. 

"You would be a good one to walk on a greased pole, " said Georgesoberly. "You wouldn't take much space and if you could once get afooting you could reach forward almost to the end and grab the cup. "

"If I did, " retorted John, "you can rest easy that I wouldn't let go ofit. "

"How soon do we come to West Point?" inquired Grant. 

"In about an hour, " answered Fred. 

"Do you know, I sometimes think I should like to go there, " said George. 

"Couldn't be done, my son, " spoke up John. 

"Why can't it be done?"

"Because a fellow that enters West Point has to pass an examination. "

"Don't you think I could pass it?" demanded George as his friendslaughed. 

"It depends on what it is, " answered John. 

"If they would examine you about the old Meeker House and running tintubes from the kitchen into the front room and a few other things likethat maybe you would pass. "[1]

"That's all right, " spoke up George promptly. "I know something aboutwhat a fellow has to do before he passes the West Point examinationsanyway and that's more than some fellows I know can say. "

"What do you know that we don't?" inquired John. 

"How old does a fellow have to be to enter West Point?" demanded George. 

"I don't know, " replied John somewhat foolishly. "I suppose he has tobe about eighteen, at least I suppose a fellow eighteen could enter. "

"Could he enter if he was twenty-one?" inquired George. 

"He could, " spoke up Grant. "A fellow has to be between seventeen andtwenty-two years of age before he can take the preliminaryexaminations. But there's another qualification almost as necessary, "he added. "He has got to be free from infirmities. "

"No hope for Pop then, " said John solemnly. "He has too manyinfirmities. "

"What, for example?" demanded George. 

"His appetite is abnormal, his confidence in himself colossal, hiswillingness to condescend to the level of his superiors is--"

"You're getting all mixed up, " interrupted George. "A fellow has topass a good physical examination and that is all there is to it. Ofcourse if he has too long a tongue or too small a head it might shuthim out. "

"Of course, " assented John. "How does a fellow get a chance to try theexamination anyway?"

"He has to be named by his congressman. Most of them, I guess, have apreliminary examination for all the boys that want to enter and thenselect the one who passes the best examination. But even if he passes, his troubles have only begun, for they make every fellow work his way. "

"The government appropriates some money for every cadet, doesn't it?"inquired John. 

"Yes, " replied George, "$709. 50 per year. That is supposed to cover thenecessary expenses. It is not only hard work but the boys don't get butone leave of absence in all the course, and even that isn't given untilafter the first two years. "

"But they have vacations, don't they?" inquired John. 

"If you want to call them vacations, " laughed Grant. "From about themiddle of June to the end of August the cadets go into camp. They arebusy every day. "

"What does a fellow have to pass an examination in in order to enterWest Point?"

"English grammar, English composition, algebra through quadraticequations, plane geometry, descriptive geography, physical geography, United States history and the outlines of general history. "

"I think I'll go if that's all, " laughed John, who was well known tohave troubles with most of his examinations in school. 

"Look at that boat over yonder!" suddenly interrupted Fred, pointing toa motor-boat about one hundred feet away. "It looks to me as if it wastrying to pass us. "

"That's just what it is trying to do, " said Grant eagerly. 

"Don't you let them do it, Peewee. "

"That's just what I intend not to do, " said Fred resolutely. 

In a moment the speed of the Black Growler was increased, but it wasalso manifest as the boys glanced behind them that the boat they hadnoticed was in swift pursuit. 

[1] See "The Go Ahead Boys and the Mysterious Old House. "

CHAPTER III

JOHN DISAPPEARS

The rival boat was distant about one hundred feet, moving in a linenearly parallel with that which the Black Growler was following. 

"I believe I have seen that boat before, " muttered Fred. "Can any ofyou fellows make out the name?"

George hastily took the field-glasses and gazed earnestly at theswiftly moving boat. "I can make out some of the letters, Fred, " hesaid slowly. "I can see V--a--r, the next letter looks like n. "

"What's that?" demanded Fred abruptly. 

"I can't make out the whole of it yet, " answered George. "I don't seewhat Varn spells anyway. "

"You better look again, " suggested Fred. "I think I know the boat. Iguess it's the Varmint. "

"That's it, " said George quickly. "Only there's something right afterthe word. I can't just see what that is. "

"Here, let me take those glasses, " said Grant quickly. "I don't believeyou can find anything. Your mother told me that she doesn't want anybetter evidence that your clothes are hanging in the right places inthe closet than for you to say that you had looked for them and theyaren't there. "

"Listen to the words of our modest friend, " said George as he handedthe glasses to his comrade. "Grant is a good boy. The only difficultywith him is he doesn't realize how good he is. "

"If he doesn't, " spoke up John, "it isn't because he doesn't try. "

"Keep still, fellows, " said Grant, waving his hand at the other GoAhead boys. "I'm just about to find out what the name of thatmotor-boat that is beating us--"

"'Beating' us nothing!" interrupted Fred. "Can't you see that she isn'tgaining a foot?"

"I can't even see her name yet, " said Grant. "You had better slow up abit, Pygmy. That will give you a good excuse. "

In response, Fred increased the power of the fast moving motor-boat. 

"I have it. I have it, " called Grant exultantly a moment later. "It isVarmint II. "

"It is what?" demanded Fred quickly as he glanced behind him for amoment. 

"Varmint II, that's what it is, " said Grant positively. "What do youknow about that?"

Fred was silent a moment before he replied. "Two years ago when I wasvisiting at my grandfather's I saw the Varmint run away from all theboats in the race. This must be a new one and if she's swifter than theother one then there will be some race, let me tell you. I'm going totry her out a little now. "

In accordance with his words Fred changed the course which the BlackGrowler was following until he was nearer the rival boat. It was plainnow that the crew of the Varmint II were deeply interested in the BlackGrowler. They were watching her movements and eagerly talking to theman at the wheel. 

For several minutes the race continued and then abruptly the Varmint IIshut off part of her power and speedily dropped behind. 

"I told you what would happen, " said Fred exultantly. "I would like torun away from that boat in a race. There isn't a boat on the St. Lawrence I would like better to beat. "

"But you don't even know she is going to be on the St. Lawrence or inthat race, " suggested John. 

"That's right. That's right, " said Fred dolefully. "There's alwayssomebody taking the joy out of life. You mark my words, that boat isgoing to the St. Lawrence and we'll find her in the race when we leavethe stake. "

"I hope so, " said Grant. "It will be a great race if she's in it! Buthonestly, Fred, if you knew a little more about steering a boat I thinkyou could win from her. How would it do for you to get somebody tosteer, the day of the race?"

"That's right, " spoke up George quickly. "All the Black Growler needsis a pilot. "

"That--is--most--certainly true, " said John slowly, winking at Grant ashe spoke. 

"Huh, " spoke up Fred. "It's a pity there isn't enough gray mattersomewhere in this crowd to spell me at the wheel. I have run all theway from New York and I'm tired and yet there isn't a fellow here whois able to steer this boat. "

"Beg your pardon, " said John. "Ill steer her with great gladness. "

"I don't doubt your 'gladness, '" said Fred. "What I'm afraid of is yourability. If it was Grant now steering and we struck a rock he wouldnever own up that that wasn't the very place he was steering for. However, String, take hold here awhile and give me a rest. "

"Where are we going to stop for dinner?" inquired George. "This madrace has brought on an attack of hunger with me. "

"That's all right, " laughed Fred. "I think the only thing you can sayis that you are less hungry some times than others. We can stopanywhere you want. "

"Then I say we stop at Poughkeepsie, " said Grant. 

"Poughkeepsie will do for me all right, " said John soberly. 

A half-hour later the graceful little motor-boat was lying alongside adock at Poughkeepsie. Two of the boys had remained on board to guardtheir possessions while two had gone to a restaurant to purchase aluncheon with which they were to return to the boat. 

John and George had volunteered their services for the latter purposeand about fifteen minutes after their departure George was seenreturning to the dock, his arms well laden with packages of fruit andsandwiches. 

"Where's String?" Fred asked as his friend stepped on board anddeposited his packages. 

"I don't know. I lost him up here. "

"Poor John. Lost in Poughkeepsie. I'm afraid we'll have to advertise. "

"There's one thing we won't do though, " said Grant. 

"What's that?" inquired Fred. 

"We shan't wait for him to come before we begin operations. "

"It does my heart good to hear you speak so truthfully, " said George, as at once he opened the packages and passed the various articles offood which he had obtained. 

So busily engaged were the boys that time passed rapidly and ahalf-hour later George said, "What do you suppose has become of thatfellow? I told you that his mother said that he was worse than I am andcouldn't find any of his belongings, but I didn't know that he wouldlose himself. "

"Have you ever been in Poughkeepsie?" inquired Grant soberly. 

"I have never stopped here. "

"Then I have no need for other explanations. I know what has become ofJohn. "

"Then you'll be the one to go and get him. "

"I guess not, " laughed Fred. 

"No, if he doesn't show up within fifteen minutes the Black Growlerproceeds gracefully on its way and leaves little Johnnie to come afterus. Maybe he can work his way by driving mules for a canal boat. "

"There isn't any canal here, " said Fred. 

"Well, we'll leave it to him to settle the way he will come. We shan'twait for him. "

"Who's captain of this ship, anyway?" spoke up Fred. 

"That's the question that has often puzzled me too, " said Grant soberly. 

"Well, I am, " said Fred. 

"You are? Then let me tell you, Captain Peewee, you will have a mutinyon your hands before you know it. This boat is going on to Albany. Wehave got to get there to-night and if John doesn't care enough aboutgoing with us he will have to take the consequences. Do you know Ithink he may have lost his nerve and gone back home. "

"Don't you believe it, " said Fred sharply. "John will be here in a fewminutes. He never will lose his nerve. "

Fifteen minutes however elapsed and still the absent member of the GoAhead boys did not return. 

When fifteen more minutes had passed, Fred, who had insisted that someinvestigation should be made and a search for John begun, was overruledby his two companions and in spite of the captain's protests, the BlackGrowler slipped quickly away from the dock and proceeded steadily onher way up the Hudson. 

There were no mishaps although twice Fred stopped to secure freshsupplies of gasoline. No trace of the Varmint II had been seen and ifshe too was headed for the far away St. Lawrence, there was nothing toindicate the fact. And yet Fred became more positive with the passingminutes that among his rivals in the race in which his own swiftmotor-boat was already entered, would be found the boat whose pursuithe had found it so difficult to shake off. 

The boys by the middle of the afternoon were tired. There was noopportunity for exercise and in spite of the beauty of the regionthrough which they were passing there was a certain monotony in theirvoyage which at last became wearisome. 

The sun was sinking low in the western sky when Fred at last said, "Ithink we'll make Albany in about an hour. "

"Do you think we'll find String there?" inquired George. 

"I hope so. If it was any other of the Go Ahead boys I would say wewould be sure to find him there, but no one knows what Jack will do. The only certain thing about him is his uncertainty. Don't youremember--"

"I'm telling you, " interrupted Grant, "that we'll find John waiting forus at the dock. He knows where we're going to land. "

"If String is there I'll agree to pay for the dinner to-night, " saidGeorge. "My own feeling is that he hasn't left Poughkeepsie yet. "

It was still light when at last the Black Growler approached the dockwhere she was to be tied up for the night. The three Go Ahead boys werepeering ahead of them with interest, every one looking among the men onthe docks for their missing companion. 

CHAPTER IV

THE LOST IS FOUND

"He isn't there, " exclaimed George gleefully. "I'm safe on my dinner. "

"I believe you are right, " said Fred in a low voice after he hadglanced along the docks several times searching for his missing friend. 

"Of course I'm right, " said George. "I am always right. That's thereason why your fond parents wanted me to go with you on this trip. Somebody has to go along who understands modern life, so I reluctantlygave up my own convenience and came along to look after these poorbenighted Go Ahead boys. "

"Keep quiet a minute, George, " said Grant, "we all appreciate yourkindness. Just now, however, I would rather see String than hear you. "

"Not seeing String you must listen to me, " laughed George again. "Letme see, I don't buy the dinner, and it seems to me that one or theother of my friends agreed to provide one if I was mistaken about John. "

"No such agreement was made, " declared Fred sharply. 

"Is that so, Grant?" demanded George, turning to the remaining memberof the party. 

"It certainly is, " declared Grant. "You were the only one to make theoffer. "

"Then I suppose I shall have to put up with it, " said Georgedisconsolately. "Now as soon as we get everything ship-shape, we hadbetter go up to the hotel. "

"Shall we take our bags or send down for them?" inquired Grant. 

"If we don't take them some one else will, " said Fred quickly. "We canlock up everything else, but we don't want to leave anything on boardthat can be taken away. "

"Just as you say, " said Grant, as taking his bag in his hand he steppedquickly to the dock. 

Already a small assembly had gathered and was commenting upon thebeauty of the little motor-boat. The pride of Fred had been satisfiedso many times throughout the day that he was not unduly moved now bythe words which he overheard. In a brief time he and his two companionswere walking up State Street and soon secured rooms for the night intheir hotel. 

An hour later when they entered the dining-room they were amazed tobehold their missing friend John seated at a small table at which therewere three places besides the one he had taken. 

For a moment the three Go Ahead boys stopped and gazed in amazement athim, and then, without a word being spoken, all three silently advancedto the table which he had reserved and apparently without recognizingthe presence of their friend at once seated themselves. 

"Why don't you say something?" demanded John, a grin appearing on hisface as he spoke. 

"I'm going to say something in a minute, " said George. "I want to readthrough this program first to find out what I'm to have for my dinner. "

"'Program' is a good word, " said Grant soberly. "When George has such achance to get a square meal he always has a regular program mapped out. "

"That's all right, " retorted George, without glancing up from the menucard. 

"Why don't you say something?" demanded John again. 

"My friend, " said Grant soberly, gazing a moment at John as he spoke, "words are not adequate to express our feeling. How is it with you?"

"I'm fine, " said John. "Why don't you ask me where I have been and howI came to Albany?"

"You're in Albany and that is enough to satisfy all the curiosity wehave, " said Grant. 

"It doesn't satisfy me, " said John. "When three fellows run away fromyou and leave you high and dry in a city like Poughkeepsie why all Ican say is that--"

"That's enough to say, Johnnie. That will do, " interrupted George, waving his right hand at his friend. 

"You are simply mistaken, " said John, the grin appearing on his faceonce more. "I want to tell you that whether you want it or not you aregoing to hear from me and in more ways than one. "

"'Threatened people live long, '" spoke up Fred. "At the same time, String, you'll have to own up that we waited for you as long as wethought we could before we started for Albany. I didn't want to be outafter dark in the Black Growler. "

"I appreciate all your kind feelings, " laughed John. "Now I want you tosympathize with me. I had gone to half a dozen different places doingmy best to select certain good things for our luncheon. I had a choiceassortment too, let me tell you. Why Pop's eyes would have popped outif he had seen what I had obtained, but alas when I came down to thedock I saw the Growler running up the river as if she was trying to getaway from me. "

"Did you come up by train?" inquired Fred. 

"I did not come up by train, " retorted John, speaking deliberately. 

"How did you come?" asked George, interested now in spite of his effortto appear indifferent. 

"Didn't you see the aeroplane?" asked John. 

"Aeroplane? No, we didn't see any, " said Grant quickly. 

"Well, I didn't either, " said John, "so that's one way that I didn'tcome. "

"Oh, leave him alone, " said George, "he is just bursting with hisstory. He wants to tell us and we shan't be able to stop him, so let'shave our dinner and you may rest easy that before we are done you'llknow all of John's story and some beside. To-morrow it will grow bigand fast. It's like the pumpkins out in South Dakota. They say that aman has to be on horseback when he plants them. "

"How's that?" laughed John. 

"Why the vines grow so fast that the only way he can escape is to puthis horse into his best paces. Even then they don't always escape. "

"What happens if they are overtaken?" asked John. 

"Oh, the pumpkin vines grow right around them and cover them up andchoke off their wind and do other various stunts. "

"Fine! Fine, " laughed John, "My story isn't growing like that thoughlet me tell you. This story is true. It's a complete narrative oftruthful John. I was about to turn back and make inquiries when I couldget an express train for Albany, when what should I see coming up tothe dock but the Varmint II. As soon as the people on board saw me theyimmediately began to urge me to come with them. They had seen theGrowler just pulling out and leaving me in my unfortunate plight. "

"I guess they suspected what you had in the basket, " laughed Fred. 

"That may be, " acknowledged John. "At all events it saved them buying agood spread, for they took me on board right away and we trailed youall the way up the Hudson. I tell you, Peewee, it's a comfort to ridein a good boat. That Varmint II can travel! Oh, I don't know how manyknots an hour!"

"Can she beat the Black Growler?" inquired Fred anxiously. 

"Beat her! Beat her!" retorted John. "Why you would think the BlackGrowler was standing still the Varmint can pull away from her so fast. "

"I don't believe that, " said Fred, shaking his head. 

"Well, you will have to, for they are going to the same place we are. They have entered her in the motor-boat races and as she belongs to thesame class that your tub does you will have a fine chance to see herwin the cup. That's about the only chance you'll have too, in myopinion. " John winked at George and Grant, who immediately in dolefultones expressed their sympathy for Fred. 

"It's too bad, " declared George, "after a fellow's father has given hima boat such as the Black Growler to find out that it doesn't stand anyshow in the race. Now if you had found that out before you had boughtthe boat, Fred, just think how much money, time, labor, trouble, perplexity, sleeplessness, loss of appetite--"

"Never that, " broke in Grant, shaking his head. "All the other things, yes, but loss of appetite, never. Just look at him!"

John insisted upon relating his experiences and increased the interestof his friends in spite of their efforts to appear indifferent when hesaid there were three young people on board the Varmint, who wereexpecting to spend the summer on an island near Fred's grandfather'sand were also confident that the boat race was to be the supreme eventof the summer. 

In spite of his declaration that he was not anxious, it was plain tohis friends that Fred was somewhat cast down by the glowing reportswhich his companion had brought concerning the swift rival motor-boat. 

"To-morrow we'll be on the 'ragin' canawl, "' said Grant. "Now then, Iwant to know if there is any fellow in this crowd who knows anythingabout the world's great canals. "

"We don't know anything, " said Fred. "We heard you talking thismorning, but how much of what you said is true nobody knows, not evenyourself. "

"It's all true, " retorted Grant. "As I told you I wasn't willing tostart on a trip like this without knowing something about what I wasdoing. "

"When do you start on that new line?" laughed George. 

"It doesn't make any difference, " said Grant. "Now the Panama Canal, for example belongs to the United States, doesn't it?"

"It does, " acknowledged Fred. 

"Well, now as a future citizen of this country just tell me betweenwhat places that canal extends. If there is one fellow in this crowdwho can give me the right answer I will pay for the dinner for all theGo Ahead boys. "

"Panama, " said John promptly. 

"Panama what?" retorted Grant sharply. 

"Why the Panama Canal is located at the City of Panama, " said Johnsomewhat abashed by the manner of his friend. 

"That's good as far as it goes, " said Grant, "but I want to know if youknow where the other end of the canal is located. "

The three boys looked blankly at one another and for an instant no onespoke. 

"The canal extends between Colon and the City of Panama, " said Granthastily. 

"That's exactly what I was going to say, " said George. "You took thewords right out of my mouth. You did it so that you wouldn't have topay for the dinner to-morrow. I guess every one of us knows where thePanama Canal is. "

"All right, " said Grant. "I'll take your word for it, if you'll tell mehow long it is. "

Again there was silence among the Go Ahead boys as they glancedfoolishly at one another. 

"Of course every young American is sure to know such simple facts asthat, " said Grant condescendingly, "but for my own satisfaction, I amwilling to state that it is exactly fifty and one-half miles long. "

"How deep is it?" said Fred sharply. 

"It is about forty-one feet, " answered Grant promptly. "Of course inthe lakes it is deeper than that and it is from three hundred to sixhundred and forty-nine feet wide. Why, I don't believe, " he continued, "that some American boys I happen to know although they passed rightthrough it, could tell me how long the Sault Ste. Marie Canal is. Ihave a dim suspicion too that they don't know what it connects. "

"I know that, " said George. "It connects Lake Superior with St. Mary'sRiver and Lake Huron. "

"I'm glad you're right once in your life, " said Grant. "Now tell me howlong that canal is. "

"I can't tell a lie, Mr. Schoolmaster, " said George, "the Sault Ste. Marie Canal is two miles long. "

"All right, I don't have to buy the dinner to-morrow, " said Grant. 

"There may be some other things you'll have to do though, " said John. "You're not done with me yet. No, sir, " he added emphatically "that isNOT all!"

CHAPTER V

THE MISSING BAG

Early the following morning the Go Ahead boys were moving swiftly overthe waters of the Erie Canal. Most of the country through which theywere passing was new to them, and, rested as they were from the voyageof the preceding day, they were deeply interested in the various scenesthrough which they were moving. 

The speedy Growler still aroused the interest of the people who saw thegraceful little boat. The speed at which Fred was driving was not asgreat as when they had been on the Hudson. The stream was narrower andfrequently there were long canal-boats to be passed. 

The experiences when they arrived at the locks were alike novel andfilled with interest. After they had watched the slowly rising watersand several times had been lifted to a different level the novelty, however, wore off and by the middle of the forenoon the Go Ahead boyswere beginning to tease one another. 

"There's one thing, " said John, "that's as fixed as the sun. "

Nobody made any response to his startling suggestion and after he hadglanced quizzically at his companions John continued, "No crowd everleft a fellow at Poughkeepsie and went on without him without having topay the price. I'm telling you, fellows, that just as sure as the sunshines there's something coming to every one of you, and most of all toGrant. "

"Why am I selected for this special favor?" demanded Grant quickly. 

"If you don't know there isn't any one who can tell you, " retortedJohn. "All I'm saying is that action and reaction are equal, even ifthe Panama Canal is fifty and one-half miles long. "

"Speaking of canals, " said Grant. "I want to know if anybody knows howlong the Suez Canal is. "

"Speak up, Professor, " said George dejectedly. "We have got to hear it, so we might as well have it now as any time. How long is it?"

"It's exactly one hundred miles. Now if there's any Go Ahead boy whocan tell what the Suez Canal connects, it will be my turn to pay forthe dinner. "

There was a silence following Grant's words while the Go Ahead boyslooked foolishly at one another. Not one of them was able to answer thesimple question. 

"The Suez Canal, " began Grant, "connects the Mediterranean Sea with theRed Sea. "

"How do you know?" demanded Fred. "You have never seen it. "

"I don't have to see it to know. I have never seen London, but I amquite confident there is a city by that name. By the way, fellows, ifyou'll wait a minute I'll show you something I put in my bag. I savedit for a day just like this. "

Rising from his seat Grant hastily sought his bag and in a brief timerejoined his companions. 

"What's the matter?" demanded John, as he saw an expression ofconsternation on the face of his friend. 

"Matter!" retorted Grant. "Matter enough. Somebody brought the wrongbag. "

"Let me see, " said John, rising and examining the bag, which Grant hadplaced on the seat near him. "That's not mine. "

"It surely isn't mine, " said George. 

"I won't claim it either, " added Fred as he glanced behind him. 

"Well, it isn't mine, " said Grant. "Somebody made a mistake at thehotel this morning and instead of giving me what belonged to me theyhave sent my bag off in some other direction and given me a bag thatbelongs to some one else. "

"Try your keys, " suggested John. "Maybe it isn't as bad as you think. "

"The keys don't fit, " declared Grant after he had tested them all. 

"Maybe there's a catch or a trick of some kind. Look again, Soc, andsee if there isn't some way to find out what there is inside that bag. That's about the only way you can tell whose it is. "

"I have been trying, " retorted Grant sharply. "It's locked and Ihaven't any key that will fit it. "

"It feels pretty heavy, " said John as he lifted the bag in question. 

"Yes, it's heavier than mine, " acknowledged Grant. "I don't see howthat porter could have made any such mistake. "

"I don't see any way out of it, Soc, but for you to take your bag backto Albany, " said Fred. 

"I'm not going back, " declared Grant. "I'll send the bag back byexpress and telegraph the hotel to send my bag in the same way toUtica. If they get busy right away it ought to be there by the time weare. "

"No use, my dear friend, " said John, shaking his head. "Your bag bythis time is on its way to Timbuctoo or San Francisco. Some otherfellow has it and if he has and isn't making remarks that sound likeechoes of yours, it is only because he hasn't yet found out hismistake. "

The perplexity in which Grant found himself was increasing. Many of hisnecessary articles and much of his clothing that he would require onthe trip were contained in the missing bag. He was unable to see thesly wink which John gave Fred when the latter looked questioningly athim. 

So insistent was Grant that the Black Growler was stopped atSchenectady to enable him to send a telegram to the hotel at which theGo Ahead boys had stopped the preceding night at Albany. 

No one had offered to assist him in his task and the boy alone carriedthe bag which he believed had been given him in place of his own to theexpress office. There, in accordance with the word which he had alreadysent the hotel, he shipped the bag to Albany. 

When he returned to the motor-boat so engrossed was he with his owntroubles that he failed to discover the grin which appeared on thefaces of two of the Go Ahead boys. 

"You might have offered to go back to get my bag, " suggested Grantsharply when he resumed his seat on board. 

"Yes, we might, " said Fred. "We might have offered to buy a new one foryou and fit it out with all the things you need, but we thought wewouldn't. You need the lesson, Soc. You have been telling all the worldhow to do it so long that it is time for you to begin to find out somethings for yourself. "

Grant made no reply and indeed he had little to say until the boatstopped at an attractive village where the boys obtained their luncheon. 

When the voyage was resumed, Grant's confidence that his own missingbag would be found when they arrived at Utica in a measure served torestore his good nature and throughout the afternoon he took an activepart in the bantering in which the boys engaged. 

Occasionally Fred relinquished his task at the wheel and permitted hisfriends to take turns in steering the boat. The banks of the canal werefree from rocks and even if the swift little motor-boat was turned fromher course no great amount of damage could follow. 

There were other boats they were informed that had preceded them andamong them the references to the swift Varmint II were frequent. 

On such occasions Fred's passengers at once resumed their task ofinforming their captain how small his chances of winning the race werebecoming. Apparently the Varmint had everything her own way. 

Fred did his utmost to appear indifferent to the words of hiscompanions, but in spite of it all it became plain to the other boysthat he was seriously disturbed by the comments they made. 

There were times when, the course being clear, the speed of the BlackGrowler was increased almost to her maximum. At such times the farmersin the fields stopped in their labors and stared at the motor-boat, which almost seemed to be shooting through the country. 

At other times when they were passing through villages or met a heavilyladen canal-boat the Black Growler moved slowly and seemed to share inthe need of caution. 

It was late in the afternoon when at last the little party arrived atUtica. 

"We'll go up to the hotel and have our dinner, " said Grant. "I do notknow that I owe the rest of you anything, but I'm going to take pity onyou and do what I at first thought I wouldn't. I'm going to give you adinner. "

"That's very kind, " said John, winking at Fred as he spoke. "Meanwhilewho's going to look after our bags?"

"I'm going to find out first if mine is here to be looked after, " saidGrant. "Come on with me, Jack, and I'll go to the express offices andsee if it is there. "

John followed his friend, but their labors were not crowned withsuccess when after an absence of an hour they returned to the placewhere the Black Growler was awaiting them. Not a word had been receivedfrom Albany nor had Grant succeeded in finding any trace of his missingbaggage. 

"Never mind, " he said quickly. "I'll have to make the best of it. I'mnot going to spoil all the fun of the trip crying over spilled milk. "

Again John winked at Fred, but no words were spoken after the boat andits belongings had been left in charge of a man and the boys togetherhad started for their hotel. 

It was still light when they returned to the dock and Fred said, "Iwonder how it would do for us to go on a bit farther. There are hotelsall along the way and I think it would be good fun to stop at some oneof those country taverns. "

"We're with you, " said George. "We want to get all the experiences wecan on this trip. "

"I guess it will be something you will remember, " said Grant. 

CHAPTER VI

IN THE TAVERN

About half-past eight o 'clock the Go Ahead boys returned to the dockwhere the Black Growler had been left. A hasty examination convincedthem that all their belongings were safe. In accordance with thesuggestion which had been made they soon decided to set forth on theirvoyage. Just how far they would go was left undecided. 

"I hear, " said Fred, "that we can stop at a village half-way betweenhere and Rome. They say it is all right. If we don't like to sail inthe night then we can stop there, but if we want to we can keep onuntil we get to Rome or Oneida. That's about as far as we'll want to goanyway. "

"I think it will be good fun, " said John, "to travel through thecountry by night. Perhaps we'll find some more places like the oldMeeker House. "[1]

"I'm afraid, " laughed George, "that we'll find our ghosts a little moresubstantial than they were in that old place. "

"I wish we could find my bag, " spoke up Grant. "It's strange it didn'tcome to Utica. I left word with the express office though to send itahead just as soon as they received it. "

"Maybe we'll find the ghost of it, " suggested Fred. 

Meanwhile they had cast off and the Black Growler was movingnoiselessly over the waters of the Erie Canal. They were soon beyondthe borders of the attractive city, but after they had passed the firstvillage on their way George said quickly, "Fellows, I believe it'sgoing to rain. Look at those clouds over yonder. " As he spoke Georgepointed to some heavy clouds that could be seen massing in the westernsky. 

"I don't want to get caught out here in a thunder storm, " said John. 

"We shan't be, " said Fred. "I'll put on a little more speed and we'llgo on to the next place. That's where the hotel or tavern is that theytold me about in Utica. It won't rain before we get there for it isonly four or five miles ahead. If it is going to rain we can stop. Ifit doesn't we can keep on if we want to. "

Conversation ceased as the speed of the swift little boat increased. Less than a half-hour had elapsed when the boys found that they wereentering the village to which Fred had referred. 

"How about it, Fred?" called John. "It looks pretty black to me. "

"It does to me, too, " replied Fred. "I think the best thing for us todo will be to stop. We'll find a place where we can leave themotor-boat and then we'll go up to the hotel and if we have to we'llstay there all night. "

The boys all agreed to the suggestion and in a brief time the gracefullittle boat was covered in such a way that she was protected from thecoming storm, which now was almost upon them. 

Hastily the boys took their bags and at once started for the hotelwhich they were informed was only a few yards distant. 

With difficulty they made their way along the darkened street, and in afew minutes arrived at their destination. 

Just as they entered, the storm broke. There was a long roll of thunderfollowed by a blinding flash and then the rain began to fall intorrents. 

"Just in time, weren't we?" said Fred with a laugh. "You're alwaysright if you do what I tell you to. It was my suggestion and I am gladthat for once in your lives you had wisdom enough to do what I said. "

"That remains to be seen, " said Grant dryly as he looked about the roomin which they found themselves. "It seems to me that the motto over thedoor of this place ought to be, 'He who enters here leaves soapbehind. '"

"Where did you find that?" laughed George. 

"Didn't you ever hear of the motto over the Bridge of Sighs?"

Whether the boys had ever heard of the famous bridge or not was notmanifest, for at that moment in the midst of a deafening peal ofthunder the landlady entered the room where the boys were waiting. 

"What can I do for you?" she inquired as the thunder ceased. 

"We're caught in the storm and thought perhaps we might stay here allnight, " suggested Fred. 

"The house is pretty full, " said the woman dubiously. "I don't knowwhether I can give you rooms or not. "

At that moment there came a burst of loud laughter from the bar-room. It was plain that many of the men who were employed on the canal alsohad sought shelter in the little tavern. The house was old, so old thatthe boards in the floor were warped and the low ceilings gave evidenceof the many years that had passed since they had been placed there. Nota door fitted its frame and the windows were all small, the panes beingnot much more than seven by nine. Whatever was done in one part of thehouse plainly was likely to be known also in other parts. The noisymen, who were drinking in the bar-room, whose shouts and songs andcries now were even more distinctly heard, could not confine their louddemonstrations to the room in which they had assembled even if they hadbeen so inclined. 

"If you don't mind, " suggested Fred to the landlady, "I think we wouldlike to go up to our rooms. "

"Have you had any supper?" inquired the woman. 

"Yes, we got some in Utica, " replied Fred. 

"Where are you goin'?"

"We expect to go to the St. Lawrence River. "

"You don't tell me, " exclaimed the woman. "How be you goin'?"

"We have got a motor-boat. "

"Land sakes! You don't say so! That's a terrible long ways and I don'tsee how you can get there with a boat all the way. "

"The storm caught us and we thought we had better stop here for thenight than try to go on any farther. "

"Where do you come from?" inquired the woman, who busied herselflighting two candles while she was talking. 

"We came from Albany this morning, " replied Fred, who did not think itnecessary to go more into details concerning their expedition. 

"My, you must have come pretty fast. Now, if you'll follow me I'll showyou to your rooms. "

Fred glanced uneasily behind him as from the bar-room at that momentthere came another noisy outburst that was almost alarming in itscharacter. 

"How many men are there in there?" inquired Fred, nodding his headtoward the room as he spoke. 

"It's about full, " replied the landlady. "A stormy night like thisdrives a good many of the boatmen and the hands under cover. "

"They are a noisy lot, " suggested Fred. 

"They are a tough crowd, " said the woman feelingly. "Sometimes they gooff and don't pay me a cent. That's one reason why I make everybody paybefore I give them a room. "

"Do you mean that we'll have to pay before we take the room?" inquiredJohn. 

"Yes, sir, that's just what I say. That's the rule o' this house. "

"Well, I guess we'll see the rooms first then, " said George. 

Conversation ceased as the woman, who was stout and consequently slowin her movements, led the way up the creaking stairway and then throughthe hall on the second floor. The floor here also was loose and everystep was announced by creakings, while various other sounds wereemitted as the boards resumed their accustomed places. 

"Here you be, " said the woman at last as she stopped before the roomsat the end of the hall-way. 

"We're directly over the bar-room, aren't we?" inquired John as anothernoisy outburst came from below. 

"Yes, but you won't mind that after a bit, " explained the landlady. "You'll get used to it same as I have. I go to sleep and don't pay nomore attention to the noises than I do to the wind that blows. "

By this time she had opened the doors, which were unlocked, and enteredthe rooms. 

The boys looked ruefully at one another when they became aware in thedim light of the condition of the rooms to which they had been shown. 

"I don't believe those windows have seen soap and water since the ErieCanal was built, " whispered George to Grant. "When did you say thatwas?"

"Keep quiet a minute, Pop, " retorted Grant. 

The rain was beating against the windows with renewed force. The stormapparently was at its height. For them to go on in the Black Growlerwas almost impossible. There was nothing to be done, except to make thebest of the conditions in which they now found themselves. 

Soon after the withdrawal of their landlady, who had been paid inadvance for the use of the rooms, although breakfast was not includedas the boys explained they might have to leave the village beforesunrise, they prepared for bed. They were thoroughly tired by the newexperiences of the past day and in spite of their surroundings and thenoise of the men below and of the storm, which still was raging, theydecided to retire. 

Their rooms did not connect and as George and Grant withdrew, Fredsaid, "If we need your help in the night, fellows, don't fail to comeright away. "

"Are you scared, Peewee?" laughed George. 

"Yes, I am, and I don't mind saying so, " retorted Fred. "I don't likethe sound that comes from that room downstairs. "

Fred's feelings were not relieved when he found it was impossible tolock the doors. An old fashioned iron latch was the only means by whicheach door was opened and there were not even bolts or buttons by whichthe door could be fastened. 

"I'm going to put a chair against the door, " said Fred. "I'm afraidsomething will happen before morning. "

Nor was Fred disappointed, for two hours after the boys were in bed thedoor of the room which Fred and John occupied was stealthily opened bysome one in the hall. 

[1] The Go Ahead Boys and the Mysterious Old House. 

CHAPTER VII

AN UNWELCOME PARTY

"Who's there? Who's there?" demanded Fred sharply. 

The noise in the room below had prevented him from sleeping soundly. Several times he sat erect in bed, convinced that some one was in theroom. Even when his fears proved to be groundless he was unable toignore the shouts and songs and calls that frequently indicated thatthe men in the room below were angry. Before he had retired he hadobtained a glimpse of the shouting assembly when a door had been openedand the sight had not soothed his feelings. And now he was positivesome one was trying to open the door of their room. 

Aroused by the call of his friend, John also quickly sat up and staredabout him. There was no mistaking the fact that some one was trying toenter by the door which yielded slightly to the pressure and the chairwhich had been placed by Fred to protect them had been moved back a fewinches from its place. 

"Who's there? Who's there?" demanded Fred sharply. 

No reply was given to his question although the door slowly was closedagain and the sound of the footsteps of some one moving down the hallwas plainly heard. 

"What do you suppose that was?" demanded Fred in a whisper. 

"Somebody was trying to break in, " replied John. 

"What do you suppose he wanted?"

"He wanted to get in. "

"What for?"

"I don't know. You'll have to ask him, I guess, " replied John drowsilyfor by this time he had resumed his place on the pillow. 

"I think he wanted our money, " suggested Fred. 

"He didn't want much then. Maybe he wanted our money and our lives. "

"All the same I'm scared. I don't like this place. I don't know why westopped here. It must be past one o'clock now and yet hear those menyell down there in the bar-room. I'm going to see what time it is. "

Fred climbed out of bed and striking a match looked at his watch. "It'squarter past one, " he said, but the sound which came from John did notindicate that he was specially interested in the report of the watch. 

Fred looked out of the window and saw that the storm long since hadpassed. The air was cool and fresh and had it not been for the uproarin the hotel the night would have been an ideal one. 

Before he rejoined his companion Fred replaced the chair so that itbarred the opening of the door. 

Convinced that he had done all in his power he climbed back into bedonce more and in spite of his declaration when daylight came that hehad not been asleep John was not convinced. 

"Come on, String, " said Fred when once more he had looked at his watchto discover the time. "It's five o'clock. It's time for us to bemoving. I wouldn't have breakfast in this hole if they paid me for it. "

"Why can't you leave a fellow alone and let him sleep? I'm tired. I gotleft at Poughkeepsie and I had a hard day yesterday too. "

"No, sir, " said Fred firmly. "This party starts from this place inthirty minutes. Any one who isn't ready will have to come bycanal-boat. The Black Growler leaves here at five-thirty sharp. "

With a groan John arose and began to dress, although he protestedfeelingly all the time against the unreasonable demands of Fred. 

The other two Go Ahead boys were speedily aroused and twenty minuteslater they departed from the hotel. 

"It looks worse in the morning than it does at night and we thoughtthat wasn't possible when we came here last evening, " said George whenthe Go Ahead boys looked behind them after their departure. 

"I think I will send that landlady a Christmas present of a cake ofsoap, " said Grant soberly. 

"She wouldn't know what it was for, " laughed John, "if you did. "

"My, I would like to hear what my mother would say if she could see theinside of that old tavern. "

"The worst thing of all, " said Fred, "was the riot in the bar-room. Ididn't sleep a wink last night. "

"You didn't sound that way, Freddie, " said George. 

"What time did the noise downstairs stop, Peewee?" inquired John. 

"It didn't stop, I guess, " laughed Fred. "The landlady said the stormdrove all the canal-men into the house, but it didn't seem to me therewas anything that drove them out. I shouldn't like to meet one of thosemen in a dark alley. "

"You don't have to meet them, " suggested George. "We have lived throughthe night somehow and are all safe. Now if the Black Growler is readywe are. We'll get our breakfast at Rome, I suppose. "

"That's what we will, " said Fred, quickening his pace as he spoke. 

"Look yonder!" exclaimed John, abruptly halting as he spoke andpointing in surprise at their motor-boat, which was only a few yardsdistant. 

In response to his suggestion the Go Ahead boys all stopped and staredin amazement at the sight before them. 

On board the Black Growler were at least a half-dozen men and itrequired no explanation to enable the boys to understand that they werea part of the noisy assembly which had made night hideous in the hotel. 

"Here, " called Fred, running ahead of his companions. "What are youdoing in that boat?"

"Who are you?" demanded one of the occupants, turning and facing Fredas he spoke. 

"That's my boat, " declared Fred. 

"You don't say so!" replied the man in shrill tones, at which hiscompanions laughed loudly. 

For a moment Fred stopped and stared blankly at the men, who hadapparently made themselves fully at home on board his motor-boat. Theawnings had been taken in and the self-invited guests had beenexamining various parts of the fleet little craft. 

"Did you ever hear, " continued the spokesman, "that possession is ninepoints of the law and that the tenth isn't worth fighting about? Maybewe'll ask you to prove that this boat is yours. According to therecords of my private secretary this here yacht is mine. I'm goin' on acruise up to Buffalo and I have invited a few o' my pals to come alongwith me. "

The men were a brutal and powerful lot. Every one showed the effect ofthe night which he had spent in the bar-room. The boys were powerlessto compel them to leave the boat if they did not choose to do so. 

The predicament in which the Go Ahead boys now found themselves seemedto appeal strongly to the men on board. They laughed loudly and theleader who had spoken before, said, "Why don't you come on board? Ifthis boat is yours all you have to do is to come and take it. "

"It is, all right. That is our boat, " said Fred. 

"If you don't get out I shall have to get some one to put you out. "

"Don't be so unkind, mister, " retorted the leader, while his companionsagain united in a shout of glee. "There aren't many men around thisplace that will want to undertake that job. If you would really like tohave us go ashore it seems to me the best plan would be for you to comeand throw us out. "

Once more the unwelcome guests laughed loudly at the words of theirleader, while the confusion among the Go Ahead boys became more marked. 

Withdrawing a few feet from the bank Fred called his companions abouthim and in low tones they discussed the course of action which theyought to follow. 

"We had better go up and get the constable, " suggested John. "Get out awarrant for these men. They won't make any trouble even if theconstable comes down alone. "

"I'm not so sure, " said Fred. "What do you think, Grant?"

"I don't believe the men intend to stay on board, " replied Grant. "Theyprobably were attracted by the appearance of the Black Growler and whenthey saw us coming they put up a bold front and just tried to scareFred. "

"What do you think is the best thing to do?" inquired Fred. 

"My suggestion is to go back to the boat, not have much to say to themen and get ready to start. They won't bother us, at least I don'tbelieve they will. "

"What shall we do if they make trouble?"

"It will be time enough to decide that when we have to, " replied Grant. "I'm sure they won't make any trouble after they see that we are goingto start. "

"All right, we'll try it, " said Fred dubiously, and once more returningto the place where the Black Growler was awaiting them, the three bagswhich contained the belongings of the boys were placed on board andignoring the bantering of the men, they at once prepared to cast off. 

"You don't mean to say we're going to start now, do you?" inquired theleader. 

"Yes, " said Fred shortly. 

"Why, we didn't think you'd go for an hour yet. We haven't got ourtrunks. "

Again his companions laughed loudly at the wit of their leader, but asyet not one of them had made any move to leave the boat. 

Fred's alarm was plain in spite of the boldness with which he cast offthe bow line. Grant already had performed a similar service with thestern line and the boys were now ready to depart. 

"It's nice of you to invite us to go along with you, " said the leader. "This is a purty little boat and me and my pals will enjoy a ride inher. "

"We're going to start now, " said Fred quietly, striving to conceal hisfear. 

"Why, I guess we're ready, aren't we?" said the leader as he glanced athis companions. 

"I reckon we are, cap'n, " replied one of the men. 

The six men occupied most of the available space on board the littleboat. Striving to appear indifferent to their presence Fred advanced tothe wheel, turned on the power and prepared to depart. 

CHAPTER VIII

THE COMING OF THE CALEDONIA

In response to Fred's action there was a loud shout of protest from themen on board. Every one still was manifesting the effect of the drunkenspree through which they had passed the preceding night. As yet, however, they had not offered any violence and although Fred's heartwas beating rapidly he resolutely stuck to his task and in a brief timethe Black Growler darted forward like a thing alive. 

For a moment the uninvited passengers apparently were startled by theunexpected action of the young captain. They speedily recovered, however, from their surprise, and one of the men turning to the leadersaid, "My, ain't she purty, Jim!"

"She is that, " replied Jim promptly. "She looks better than she didwhen I took my last trip to Niag'ra. When I left my house on FifthAvenoo I didn't think she'd ever measure up to what she was that time, but she is goin' one better. Yes, sir, she's all that you say she is. "

Still the men did not interfere with Fred in his management of themotor-boat. Apparently too they did not have any objection to thevoyage. Indeed the Go Ahead boys already were aware of the fact thatevery one of their self-invited guests had brought a small bundle withhim. They naturally inferred that these bundles contained most of theearthly possessions of their noisy passengers. 

"How is it, Jim!" called another of the men. "Isn't it about time wehad breakfast?"

"That's right, " spoke up another. "I'm hungry, too. Seems to me I wouldlike one o' them grape fruits. "

"Grape fruits? You don't know what they be, " retorted Jim. 

"You tell us what they be, " responded the man, unabashed by the rebukeof the leader. 

"Don't you know?" retorted Jim scornfully. "Why grape fruit's the stuffthat grows on grape vines. "

"Get out!" said the other one. "I guess I know enough about the countryto know that grapes grow on grape vines. "

"In course they do, " acknowledged Jim, "but this isn't grapes, this isgrape FRUIT. It takes a special vine to grow it. "

"Does it grow right on the vine?"

"In course it does. What do you think, it grows under the ground liketomatoes?"

"Tomatoes don't grow under the ground, " spoke up another of the party. "It's potatoes that grow under the ground. "

"It's all one, " retorted Jim glibly. "Potatoes and tomatoes. I knew onegrew in the air and the other grew in the ground. "

"What about the grape fruits, Jim?" demanded the first speaker. 

"Well, they grow on the vines. They are just like big yeller grapes. Many 's a time out on my country estate I have climbed the ladder andpicked 'em from the vines that grow so high they hid the sight of thestreet from the piazzy of my bungaloo. "

"I'm wondering where you got this yacht, Jim, " inquired another. 

"Never mind how I got it as long as we have got it. That's the mainthing, " interrupted another one. "What I want to know, is about thosegrape fruits we're talking about. How does it taste?"

"Fine. Fine, " answered Jim promptly. Then turning to the boys heinquired, "Have you got anything on board to eat?"

"You see that monemint up yonder, " interrupted another pointing to atall granite shaft that could be seen in the distance. The entire partyincluding the boys at once looked in the direction indicated and saw abeautiful memorial stone, although few of them were aware of what itcommemorated. 

"Yes, that's my granddad's tombstone, " said one of the tramps. 

"I guess he must have been some man, " exclaimed one of his companions. "It's a pity the rest of the family didn't take after him. "

"We did, but we didn't want to hog the whole thing. We had to let someone else have a chance too. "

Meanwhile the Black Growler was speeding swiftly over the waters of theErie Canal. Fred was driving at high speed and as the boat sped forwardhe was keenly watching for the coming of a boat that might provide helpfor the Go Ahead boys in their predicament. 

Several canal-boats had been passed, but there was no one on board whoappeared to be able to help. 

The unwelcome guests still talked noisily to one another, but in themain they ignored the boys and as yet had not offered any violence. 

"Who's running this 'ere boat, Jim?" suddenly spoke up one of thepassengers. "I thought you said this was your yacht. "

"I did say so, " answered Jim promptly. "I'm just taking out a pleasureparty. Didn't you never go to no picnic afore? I want you to be good, for we have got comp'ny on board. When you have got guests you have tobe perlite whether you want to be or not. "

Still the Black Growler was moving swiftly. The waters over which shewas passing seethed and boiled as if they had been heated by unseenfires. Even Fred had lost a part of his alarm as he began to suspectthat his uninvited passengers did not know how to manage the boat. Ifthey did, it was difficult to understand why they had not yet driventhe boys away and taken charge. 

There was another thought in Fred's mind that was perplexing. Hesuspected that the supply of gasoline was running low. He had neglectedto have the tank filled the preceding night, believing that he had asupply ample to carry them forward until they could obtain more. Suppose the motor-boat should stop? What would the men do? They mightaccuse him of deliberately stopping and in that event he was aware thatthere might be serious trouble. Indeed, he was still puzzled tounderstand why the men appeared to be so contented. If they had beenworkers on the canal, or had been employed by any of the boats why wasit that they were free this morning? He was aware that the little cityof Rome could not be far away. 

If once he should be able to bring the Black Growler safely within theborders of the city he was confident he would be able to rid himselfspeedily of the men, whose presence with every passing moment wasbecoming more difficult to bear. 

He looked eagerly ahead for signs of the city. He was unable todiscover any, however, but his fears increased as he became morepositive that his supply of gasoline was low. If only it would last ahalf-hour longer!

On either side of the canal was a level stretch of country and near tothe water no houses were to be seen. His friends had taken seats on thedeck forward. In low tones they conversed among themselves, but Fredwas too busy in his own task either to heed what they were saying or tojoin in their conversation. 

A few minutes later, after the speed of the boat had materiallydecreased, Fred said abruptly, "We have got to stop. "

"What for?" demanded the leader, quickly rising as he spoke and turningtoward the young pilot. 

"Our gasoline is gone. "

"Look here, young fellow, " said the leader of the gang after he hadsilently glared at Fred a moment, "I don't want you to try any of yourgames on us. We're bad men. Now then, you keep this boat goin', " headded threateningly. 

"I only wish I could do it, " said Fred. 

"Are you givin' us straight goods when you say your gasoline is gone?"

"I am. "

"What are you goin' to do?"

"Nothing. That's the trouble. You can't do anything without gasoline. Iam thinking of letting some of my passengers go ahead and get enough tocarry us into the town. Do you know how far it is to Rome?"

"Must be about three mile. "

"That wouldn't be very much of a walk, " said Fred glibly. 

For some unexplained reason his courage now had returned and he stoodin less fear of his rough and noisy guests. 

"What are you goin' to do?" again demanded the leader. 

"There isn't anything I can do, " retorted Fred sharply, "unless some ofyou will go ahead and get some gasoline. "

"That's right, Jim, " spoke up one of his companions. "We'll go and gethis gasoline. Tell him to give us four dollars and we'll get a goodsupply. "

"That's right, " spoke up Jim quickly. "We can't get gasoline withoutsome money. "

"Oh, one of us will go along and pay the bills, " spoke up John, who upto this point had taken no part in the conversation. 

"How much money you got?"

"I guess we have got just enough to buy fifteen gallons of gasoline. "

"All right, then, give it to us and we'll get the gasoline for you. "

"I told you that we shan't give you the money, " said John. "We'll gowith you. Perhaps we can get a ride on a canal-boat or something. "

"You won't save much time that way, " retorted Jim. "The only thing todo is to let us have the money and save yourselves a lot of trouble. "

"We're not going to give you any money, " said John quietly. "I told youthat before. The thing for you to do is to clear out, every one of youif you don't want to help. "

Unknown to his companions John had been keeping a careful outlook onthe canal behind them. In the distance he had seen a yacht approachingthat he was confident was the Caledonia, which they had passed whenfirst they had set forth on their voyage. He was confident also thatthe coming of the yacht, together with the number of men that comprisedher crew, would be sufficient to overawe the half-dozen men that hadforced their company upon the Go Ahead boys. 

"Yonder comes the Caledonia!" he exclaimed suddenly. "They will give usa lift as soon as they catch up with us. "

Instantly the eyes of every one on board the Black Growler were turnedtoward the approaching yacht. 

Apparently the sight had markedly different effects. The Go Ahead boyswere elated, but their passengers after a hasty glance and a few wordsspoken in low tones to one another, instantly seizing their bundlesleaped ashore and ran swiftly toward the road which was not more thanfifty yards distant. 

CHAPTER IX

A FRIEND IN NEED

In response to the signal of distress which Fred waved from the deck ofthe Black Growler as the Caledonia approached, the speed of the bigyacht was checked and she stopped not far from the motor-boat. It wasstill early in the morning and the owners or guests on board theCaledonia were not seen on deck. 

"What's wrong? What's the trouble?" called the captain, leaning overthe rail and speaking to Fred. 

"We have had trouble, " replied Fred. "A gang of tramps or canal menforced themselves on board and we have just gotten rid of them. Whenthey saw the Caledonia coming they all ran. "

"Well, if you have got rid of them, " said the captain gruffly, "whatmore do you want? If you go ahead they won't catch up with you. "

"But we can't go ahead. "

"Why not?"

"Our gasoline is out. "

"We don't run by gasoline, " said the captain, "and I'm afraid steamwouldn't do you any good. "

"Perhaps you might give us a tow as far as Rome. "

"Perhaps we might and then--"

"What's the trouble?" Fred looked up quickly as he saw a man aboutfifty years of age approaching the rail and standing near the captainof the yacht. He wore a yachting cap and it was plain to the perplexedboy that he either was the owner of the beautiful boat or one whoseword counted for much. 

"We have had our troubles, " explained Fred once more. "A gang of trampsforced their way on board our boat and they have just left us. Ourgasoline is out and I was asking the captain if he would be willing togive us a tow as far as Rome. "

"Of course he will, " said the man heartily. "Have you got a painterlong enough?"

"I'm afraid not, " replied Fred. 

"Then we'll toss you a rope. "

The captain at once responded to the word of the man who had beenspeaking to Fred and in a brief time a rope was thrown on board thelittle motor-boat. 

"Are you all ready?" called the man from the deck. 

"Yes, sir, " replied Fred heartily, for by this time he and his friendshad made the rope fast and were prepared to start. 

"All right then, captain, go ahead. "

The Caledonia at once resumed her way and the Black Growler obedientlyfollowed about twenty-five feet behind the larger boat. 

Before they arrived at Rome other people, in addition to the man whoassisted the boys, were seen on the deck of the Caledonia. It wasevident that the party had not followed the example of the Go Aheadboys in spending any nights at hotels. They slept on board and theport-holes of what undoubtedly were beautiful little cabins wereplainly seen along the sides of the yacht. 

It was manifest too that the story of the misfortunes of the Go Aheadboys was speedily told, for a party of five young people in addition tothe older ones assembled in the stern of the Caledonia and laughinglygreeted the boys in the boat that was being towed. 

A short time afterward the boats entered the little city of Rome. Whenthey arrived at a place where a landing safely could be made Fredshouted to the people on the Caledonia, "We'll cast off now. Thank youfor all you have done. You have helped us out of a bad fix. "

"You're very welcome, I'm sure, " replied the man who had arranged fortheir relief from their predicament. 

"Are you going down the St. Lawrence?" he added. 

"Yes, sir, " replied Fred, "as far as Alexandria Bay. "

"Then we may see you again, " called the man. "We expect to be on anisland near there. My name is Stevens. If you expect to be inAlexandria Bay very long don't fail to look us up. "

"Thank you, sir, " replied Fred, and his companions were as interestedas he in his word. "We certainly shall do so. Thank you again for allthat you have done to help us. "

The Caledonia quickly resumed her voyage, while the boys waving theirhandkerchiefs in response to the tokens of good will that came from thestrangers who had helped them, speedily made their boat fast and wentashore. 

In response to their inquiries they were directed to a place where theycould obtain a breakfast and not many minutes had elapsed before thefour Go Ahead boys were seated about a table busily engaged in theirrepast. 

"I tell you I'm hungry, " said John as he called for a second piece ofbeefsteak. 

"That's the way you would be all the time, " said George, "if you wouldonly get up early in the morning. "

"That doesn't go. I was up all night long, " spoke up Fred. "I didn'tsleep any last night. "

"I noticed that, " said Grant. "The sound that came from your roomshowed very plainly that you were not sleeping and yet I cannotunderstand why a fellow should make all those noises if he is wideawake. "

"It was John you heard, " retorted Fred. 

"Yes, I heard John too, " said Grant. "It was a duet most of the time. Now aren't you glad, " he added, "that I told you how wide the ErieCanal is? You see there was plenty of room for the Caledonia to pass usand take us in tow. "

"How wide is the Erie Canal?" spoke up George. "I don't believe you canremember it now yourself. You haven't your notes with you. None ofthat, " he added quickly as Grant felt in his pocket for a paper. "Tellme on your word of honor how wide the Erie Canal is. "

"Seventy feet wide on the surface and fifty-six feet wide at thebottom, " said Grant promptly. 

"I suppose we'll have to take your word for it, " said George as hisfriends laughed at his discomfiture. "We can't dispute you and even ifyou don't know anything about it you tell it as if you believed it tobe the most solemn truth in the world. "

"It's true, just as I'm telling you, " said Grant. 

"How about the new canal that New York State is building now?"

"I have told you about that too, " said Grant, "but then you have tohave a good many review lessons with some people. "

"That's all right, but just the same tell me about the new canal. Howwide is it?"

"That's one hundred and twenty-three to one hundred and seventy-onefeet wide on the surface, and seventy-five feet wide at the bottom. Ofcourse there are some places, " Grant added, "when it runs into a lakeor a pond where it is a good deal wider than that. But as far as thedigging is concerned that's the width. "

"Is it deeper than the Erie Canal?"

"Yes, sir. The Erie Canal is about seven feet deep and the new one isabout twelve feet deep. It's going to be deep enough to take in boatsof three thousand tons. "

As soon as their breakfast had been eaten, and a fresh supply ofgasoline had been obtained, once more in high spirits the boys startedin their swift motor-boat. 

Their experience with the canal-men now was only a memory and theycould well afford to laugh at what had been said and done. 

"That's what you get for having us stop in a place such as you pickedout, Peewee, " said George. "There's no accounting for the tastes ofsome people. Now, I never should have selected that place. "

"You can believe me, I'll never select it again, " answered Fred, sosoberly that his friends all laughed. "Once is enough and forever. Ididn't believe there could be such a place in the whole of New YorkState. "

"Well, you know now there is, " said John, "and so do the rest of us. Wedon't stop again without knowing something of the hotel in which we areto stay. "

"Where shall we stay to-night, fellows?" inquired Fred. "We ought toget to Syracuse early this afternoon and we can go right on to Oswegoif you want to or we can stay there until to-morrow morning and startthen. "

"Wait and see what time it is when we strike Syracuse, " said Grant. "Probably the gasoline you bought back there at Rome won't last untilwe get there. "

"I have got enough gasoline to take us to the St. Lawrence River, "declared Fred. "I'm not going to be caught again as I was this morning. "

Meanwhile the Black Growler was noisily speeding on her way. To threeof the boys the country through which they were moving was all new andtherefore abounded in interest. Prosperous villages and fertile farmswere passed. As the sun climbed higher into the heavens the day becameso much warmer that the boys were glad to seek the shelter behind theawnings which they now had made use of, as a protection from the heatand glare. 

It was early in the afternoon when the Go Ahead boys arrived at thethriving city of Syracuse. They speedily decided to rest an hour afterthey had stopped for luncheon and then through the Oswego Canal to goon to the shore of Lake Ontario. There they would be ready to start onthe following morning and were hopeful that if no mishaps occurred theywould arrive at their destination the following afternoon. The clearair, the quiet that rested over the region through which they werepassing, the tranquil attitude of even the cattle in the fields gaveslight indication that the peacefulness of the scene was soon to bebroken and the Go Ahead boys were to enter upon one of their moststirring experiences. 

CHAPTER X

IN TROUBLE

The Black Growler was not moving as swiftly as when she had beenspeeding over the waters of the Erie Canal. There was less need ofhaste now and the boys were more interested as they were drawing nearthe city which was to be the destination of their inland voyage. 

It was dusk when they arrived at Oswego. They made the littlemotor-boat safe until the following morning and then with theirbelongings at once walked to the hotel where they were to pass thenight. 

A hearty dinner soon revived the spirits of the boys, who were nowsomewhat wearied by their long voyage from New York. 

They visited several places of interest in the little city but at anearly hour returned to the hotel and sought their rooms. 

The following morning found them soon after an early breakfast oncemore on board the Black Growler. 

They now were about to pass out upon the waters of Lake Ontario. Whatever perils they had experienced from the canal-men were no longerto be faced. If there was danger ahead it would come from the squallswhich frequently occurred on Lake Ontario. They were all confident, however, that they would complete the remainder of their voyagesuccessfully and in high spirits prepared to cast off. 

"Hi, Peewee!" called George. "Are you sure you have got all thegasoline we need?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sure, " laughed Fred. "That's one predicament I'm nevergoing to get caught in again. We may have something else go wrong butwe'll not run short of gasoline. "

"I'm glad to hear it, " said Grant soberly. "I noticed from the soundsthat came from your room last night that you weren't sleeping very wellagain. I didn't know but you would be so tired this morning that youwould forget all about the Black Growler and even the Go Ahead boys. "

"That's all right, " laughed Fred. "Do I look sleepy this morning?"

"Not especially. "

"Well, I'm not, whether I look so or not, " retorted Fred. "If you areall ready we'll start. "

"We're all ready, " answered the Go Ahead boys together and a momentlater the Black Growler was speeding on her way toward the waters ofthe open lake. 

"My, what a glorious day this is, " exclaimed John when a little laterthe motor-boat was fast leaving Oswego behind. 

Indeed there was much to cause the young sailors to be enthusiasticover the morning. The clear air, the morning sunlight, the sparklingwaters of the beautiful lake all combined to produce an effect that wasunlike any which the boys before had experienced. Even the wavesappeared to be peaceful. Not a whitecap was in sight. 

"Did you hear what that man on the dock said when we passed?" inquiredGrant. 

"What man?" inquired Fred. "What did he say?"

"Why he said we had better take a man along with us that knows thelake. "

"No, I didn't hear him, " said Fred. "And if I had, it wouldn't havemade any difference. I know my way all right and you fellows needn't beafraid that you won't be down among the Thousand Islands in time fordinner. "

"Where shall we get our luncheon, Fred?" asked George. 

"I don't know yet. It will depend somewhat on where we are. If we canmake Cape Vincent all right we'll have it there. "

An hour later John said after he had looked out over the lake, "Thewind is getting fresher. Don't you notice it, fellows?"

"Yes, " said George. "I hope it will keep it up. I would like to be outhere when the Black Growler was rolling a little. I would give a dimeto see one of the Go Ahead boys seasick. "

"Don't be so extravagant, " retorted Fred. "You'll only have a chance tolose your money before night. The wind is rising, " he added a momentlater. 

In the distance the boys saw occasional waves that now were capped withwhite. The Black Growler also had taken on a rolling motion andalthough all four of the Go Ahead boys declared that they enjoyed theexperience it was noticed after a brief time that Fred was strangelyquiet. He was still at the wheel and apparently devoting all histhought to his task. 

"Say, fellows, will you take a look at Peewee?" demanded George aboutten minutes later. "I believe he is getting sick. "

Fred turned and glanced at his companions but did not speak. The colorand expression of his face, however, were such as to arouse greatelation among his passengers. 

"That's the way, Peewee!" laughed John. "You'll have to give up yourplace at the wheel. I'm sorry that we haven't any doctor on board. "

"There was an old fellow down on Long Island Sound, " suggested George, "who used to tell us that the best cure for seasickness was a sweetapple and if that wasn't any good then he suggested swallowing a pieceof raw salt pork with a string tied to it. "

"What was the string for?" demanded John. 

"If you can't guess, I shan't tell you, " laughed George. "I'm justmaking these suggestions for little Pyg's benefit. He doesn't look asif he was happy. Hi, Fred!" he added, turning to the pilot, "you hadbetter go back in the stern and lie down. "

"I would, " answered Fred, who was genuinely miserable now, "if therewas any one on board who knew enough to take my place. "

"Any one of us can do it, " spoke up George glibly. 

Fred shook his head in token of his unbelief as he said slowly, "Wewould go to the bottom. "

"We may go there anyway, " said John, "if this wind keeps rising. I wantyou to notice how much higher the waves are and how many more whitecaps we can see. I don't know what's going to become of us. "

The boy spoke seriously and for a moment his companions looked keenlyat him. 

Sometimes it was difficult to decide just what thoughts were in John'smind. His manner of speaking did not betray his innermost feelings. This time, however, it was evident that he was anxious, if not alarmed, and when a moment later Fred declared that he was so miserable that hemust find some relief, the anxiety of the Go Ahead boys increasedgreatly. 

Fred retired to the cockpit and stretched himself at full length uponthe cushions of the seats. A ghastly, greenish pallor was upon his faceand no proof was required that he was far from being happy. 

John now took the wheel and did his utmost to hold the Black Growler toa steady course. 

Occasionally the motor-boat was caught in the trough of the waves andthe spray dashed over the boys. It was not long before every one waswet, Fred taking more than his full share of the water. He was, however, so miserable that he did not protest and even his friends nowwere silent as they devoted their efforts to holding the motor-boatsteadily to her course. 

All thoughts of luncheon were abandoned. Fred, of course, had passedthe stage where the thought of food brought any pleasure, while hiscompanions were so busy that they too had forgotten that midday hadarrived. 

"You don't need to mind this too much, " suggested John in his loudesttones. "I have seen the wind come up and then go down just as suddenlyas it came. Perhaps that will be the way it will be to-day. "

Whatever the thoughts in the minds of George and Grant were they didnot express them. They were standing near the wheel eagerly lookingbefore them. 

Each boy was hopeful that a boat might be seen which would come to theaid of the unfortunate Black Growler. Several passing steamers wereseen low on the horizon, but it was impossible to attract the attentionof any. 

"I feel, " said George at last breaking in upon the silence, "that wemade a great mistake this morning when we didn't take the advice ofthat man in Oswego. "

"What man? What was his advice?" asked Grant. 

"Why the one who told us that we ought not to start out on Lake Ontariowithout taking some man along with us who knew the course and couldhelp us if we got into a fix. "

"I don't like such remarks at this time, " said Grant. "I never want theman who says 'I told you so' to come around to me with his comfort. "

"I didn't mean it that way, " protested George. 

"Of course you didn't, Pop, but we're boxed here as sure as you live. There isn't any use in complaining or in spending our time wishing thatwe had done something else. Is the wind going down any?"

"Not a bit, " spoke up John. "I think it's getting stronger if anything. "

Meanwhile the little boat had been rolling and tossing, almost helplessin the trough of the waves. Poor Fred was stretched out at full lengthon the cushions and the ghastly expression of his face indicated thathe at least was not suffering from any fear of the fate which mightbefall them. He had reached that stage in his sickness wherein he wascompletely indifferent to his surroundings. 

Again and again the anxious boys did their utmost to discover the causeof the trouble. They were unable to find any serious defect with themachinery, however, and their anxiety steadily increased. Several timesthe motor-boat shipped water and once or twice she was thrown with suchviolence by the onrushing waves that it did not seem possible she couldagain right herself. 

The boys were now far from land, for only a dim outline of the farawayshore could be seen. They had not taken the direct course to CapeVincent. Although they might have saved time by doing so, it wasconsidered safer to keep near the shore, although at no place were theywithin three miles of it. 

Another hour elapsed and still the wind continued strong. The sun wasshining brightly and the clouds scudding across the face of the skyonly occasionally concealed its beams. 

The supreme hope in the minds of all had been that their predicamentwould be discovered and that some one would come to their aid. Theshore, however, was so far distant that it was vain to expect help fromthat direction and on the other hand most of the boats, whose courseswere marked by trails of smoke, were so far away that it was almostimpossible for them to discern the drifting motor-boat. 

CHAPTER XI

RESCUED

No change occurred for another hour in the position in which the boysfound themselves. Fred still was lying helpless on the cushions and theboys by taking turns or working together at the wheel had somehow, inspite of numerous moments of peril, been able to keep the Black Growlerheaded to the wind. 

At that time George broke in upon the silence by saying excitedly, "Look yonder, fellows! Isn't that a boat coming this way?"

Instantly the eyes of all three turned in the direction in which Georgepointed. Far away a trail of smoke was visible and from the directionin which it was moving it was apparent that it had come from a boatwhich was coming nearer the place where the boys were drifting than hadany boats since their mishap. 

"I believe it's coming, " exclaimed Grant. "We'll get some help prettysoon. "

"Yes, " broke in John, whose hands now were blistered and whose temperhad suffered from his efforts. "Yes, she's probably bound for Liverpooland won't stop until she's gone across the ocean. A lot of good it willdo us!"

"Don't take all the joy out of living, String, " laughed Georgegood-naturedly. "Maybe we shan't have any chance to be taken on board, but we'll do our best anyway. "

Silence followed as the three boys eagerly watched the approachingboat, for there was no question in their minds now that the unknownsteamer was approaching. 

A few minutes later Grant said, looking through the field glasses atthe approaching stranger, "That's a yacht of some kind, in my opinion. "As soon as he had spoken, his companions eagerly demanded anopportunity to confirm his statement. 

"Soc is right, " said John after a long inspection. 

"Of course he is, " said Grant lightly. "He always is right. How manytimes must I tell you that if you would only follow my advice you wouldsoon be improving?"

"It's no time to joke, " said John solemnly. "We've just got to makethem take us on board or help us out of our trouble. "

"We'll have to wait until they come nearer than they are now, " saidGeorge. "Have we got a big white cloth that we can use as a signal?"

"I think there are some sheets down in the cabin, " suggested Grant. 

"Then I'll get them, " said Grant quickly, as he disappeared from sight. 

In a brief time he returned with two sheets in his arms. Handing one toGrant, while John was still busy at the wheel, George said excitedly, "Now we have got to stand up and let them know that we're here. "

It was plain to the watching boys that the approaching boat was a yachtas Grant had suggested. Her graceful outlines now could be plainly seenand she was swiftly approaching. 

"I'm wondering, " suggested George thoughtfully, "if we are tossingaround on the water the way she is. Just look at her, " he addedexcitedly as the yacht in the distance pitched visibly in the roughwater. 

"Of course we are, " said John, "only worse. A little boat like theBlack Growler is not worth much more than an egg shell. "

"Still I think I would rather be in the Black Growler, " laughed George. 

The spray continued to dash over the motor-boat and the little craftwas roughly tossed by the passing waves. Fred twice had rolled from hisposition on the cushions and fallen upon the floor. The assistance ofhis friends had been required to restore him to his former position. His ghastly appearance by this time had aroused the sympathies of hiscompanions and besides they were all three anxious for the safety ofthe boat as well as of themselves. 

The sun was still shining brightly and there was life in the air as itswept across the great mass of fresh water. Steadily the Black Growlerhad been moving before the wind, which was blowing directly from thelake. As a result they were able to see more distinctly the outlines ofthe shore before them, which now was not more than two miles distant. 

A few minutes had elapsed when George said excitedly, "Do you see whatboat that is?"

His companions did not reply for a brief time and then Grant saidquietly, "It's the Caledonia. "

"Yes, I believe it is, " joined in John. 

"I know it is, " said George. "We're sure now that we'll get some help. "

"We may have our troubles, " suggested Grant, "if the captain answersour hail, or he may pick us up and claim salvage. "

"I guess there won't be anything like that, " exclaimed George, who wasgreatly relieved by the sight of the approaching yacht. Her black sidesglistened in the sunlight and her graceful outline now that she wasnear had never appeared to greater advantage. 

Two of the boys were still waving and shaking the sheets as theirsignals of distress. It was evident, however, that they had been seenby the crew of the Caledonia and that the big black yacht was directlybearing down upon them. 

A few minutes later the Caledonia shut off steam and the captain wasseen on deck. 

Approaching the rail, with his speaking trumpet in his hand, he called, "Ahoy, there! What's the trouble?"

"Our engine is broken down, " replied John. 

"Aren't you the same boys we towed through the Erie Canal yesterday?"

"Yes, sir, " replied John. 

"You seem to be in trouble most of the way, " retorted the captain. "Itseems to me the best thing we can do is to take you up and send youback to your mothers. You aren't fit to be out here on Lake Ontario allalone. What do you want us to do?"

At that moment the owner of the yacht again appeared by the captain'sside and taking the speaking trumpet from that officer he called to theboys, "Are you in trouble?"

"Yes, sir, " replied John, who still was the spokesman for the Go Aheadboys. 

"What can we do for you?"

"If you will take us on board, or give us a tow until we can landsomewhere we shall be very grateful to you. "

"What's the trouble?"

"That's just what we do not know, " said John. 

"Have you got plenty of gasoline?"

"Yes, sir. It's something wrong with the machinery this time. "

Fred now was sitting erect and gazing interestedly at the people on thedeck of the Caledonia. His face was still ghastly in its color but theopportunity to secure help apparently had aroused him from thesemi-stupor into which he had fallen. 

"I think the best thing will be to take you on board and tow the boat. We're going to put in for the night right here and if there isn'tanybody there who can fix up your machinery then you'll have to stayuntil to-morrow morning when we can take you on to Sacket's Harbor. Ithink it will be better for all you boys to come aboard, " he added. "Ina sea like this there's no knowing what may happen to a boat in tow. "

"You fellows go on board, " said Fred. "I'll stay here and look afterthe boat. "

"You'll do nothing of the kind, " retorted John promptly. "If you stay Ishall stay with you. "

It finally was agreed that the four boys should be taken on board theCaledonia and that one of the crew of the yacht should take his placeon board the Black Growler and do his best to see that she was guidedaright while she was being towed by the larger boat. 

The big yacht was drifting steadily nearer the motor-boat and in abrief time it was possible for a rope to be cast. The boys succeeded inmaking this fast and then the yacht swung around so that the BlackGrowler was in the lea. 

In spite of the rough water the boys succeeded in making their way tothe deck of the yacht while one of the crew took his place on board theBlack Growler. 

The motor-boat then was dropped back and when the Caledonia started, she was fifty feet in the rear of the larger boat. 

Mr. Stevens cordially and yet laughingly greeted the boys, whom hedubbed at the time the "sons of misfortune. "

Relieved as the Go Ahead boys were by their rescue they neverthelessall showed traces of chagrin over the fact that twice they had beenhelped by the big, black yacht. 

"We're going to put up at Henderson Harbor, " explained Mr. Stevens. "Ihave some friends staying at the big club-house and I have promised tospend the night there. I'm sure there will be a welcome for you boys ifyou wish to stop. It may be, however, that there will be some one therewho can fix you up so that you can go on to Sacket's Harbor if youdesire. My suggestion is, however, that you spend the night at theclub-house. In the morning we can take your boat in tow again and dropyou at Sacket's Harbor or Cape Vincent for such repairs as you mayneed. "

"Thank you, " replied John. "I'm sure we shall all be glad to do as yousuggest. "

At this time the members of Mr. Stevens' family approached the littlegroup and the Go Ahead boys one by one were introduced. 

The ghastly expression on the face of Fred in part disappeared when hewas introduced to the older daughter of the owner. Miss Susie Stevenslaughed in a manner which increased Fred's annoyance when hiscompanions explained the cause of his troubles. 

"I wasn't seasick!" declared Fred glibly. "I just had a headache. "

"That's all right, Peewee, " said George in mock seriousness. "That'sall right. All I can say is that if I was not seasick I'm mighty sure Iwouldn't be doing some of the things you did. "

The young people all laughed at Fred's manifest irritation but thesubject was changed, for the Caledonia by this time was drawing nearthe island on which the club house they were seeking was located. 

The water within the harbor was much smoother than on the open lake andthe relief from the motion produced by the tossing waves speedilyrestored Fred so that when at last the yacht was anchored and the BlackGrowler was safely drawn into the boat house he was ready to take hispart with his companions in the events that speedily followed. 

CHAPTER XII

A BATTLE WITH ARMS AND LEGS

The Go Ahead boys enjoyed a bath in the lake before they reported atthe club-house in response to the invitation of Mr. Stevens. Even Fredhad now thoroughly recovered from his experience and was more thanpositive that he had not been seasick. His strong words greatlydelighted his friends, who aware now that he was sensitive concerningthe matter, lost no opportunity to describe his sufferings which begansoon after they set sail from Oswego. 

At first the boys had insisted that as soon as the difficulty with theBlack Growler had been remedied they must proceed at once on their way. When it was found, however, that there was no mechanic at theclub-house they were easily persuaded to abandon their project andaccept the hospitality of Mr. Stevens for the night. 

Early the following morning a man skilled in all the uncertain ways ofmotor-boats arrived in response to the summons of the officials and ina brief time he discovered that there was nothing seriously wrong withthe Black Growler. Indeed, within a few minutes he was racing the swiftlittle motor-boat over the waters of Lake Ontario, which now was calmonce more. 

The club-house was located on an island at the entrance of amarvelously beautiful harbor. Three miles inland and about an equalnumber in length the waters appeared like a great bowl. High woodedshores were seen on one shore and on another a row of attractivecottages behind which the road was visible winding in and out in thedirection of Sacket's Harbor. 

Soon after breakfast, when Fred declared that it was time for the GoAhead boys to start; Mr. Stevens said, "I think you young gentlemenwill do well to take Sam Hodge along with you. He's an excellentmechanic and if anything goes wrong he will know what to do. "

"How about Fred?" demanded George, whose eyes twinkled as he spoke. "Can he fix him up if he is seasick again?"

"I'm not going to be seasick, " retorted Fred. "I wasn't seasickyesterday. I have told you so ten times. "

Ignoring the protest, George said, "It seems to me it ought to be aseasy to adjust the internal workings of Peewee as those of the BlackGrowler. Perhaps a dose of a similar kind might be good for both. "George's face was expressionless and his voice did not betray hispurpose of bantering his diminutive friend. 

Fred's face flushed an angry red, for Miss Susie Stevens and othermembers of the club were standing on the dock when the conversationoccurred. Her black eyes twinkled with mischief and it was manifestthat she was enjoying the visit of the boys. 

"I think, " said Grant positively, "that we had better take Sam Hodgewith us. We ought to arrive at your grandfather's place by night, Fred, and he can come back by train. "

"That's right. That's right, " spoke up John quickly. "I had to steerthe Black Growler most of the time yesterday and my arms are lame. "

"All the length of them?" asked George. "Why, think when John has apain how long he must have it. "

John turned quickly upon his tormentor as he said, "That's thethirteenth time I have heard you get off that old joke. You mustn'ttake him too seriously, Miss Susie, " he added, turning to the girl, whowas laughing at George 's suggestion. "You know what his nickname is, don't you?"

"No, I cannot say that I do, " replied Miss Susie. 

"Well, we call him Pop. "

"Why?" she inquired. 

"Because he's the papa of his country. He is named for GeorgeWashington, who is the Father of his Country, but the name doesn't govery far. "

"That's all right, " spoke up George. "Up yonder where your topknot isthere's an aching void. I read the other day that Sydney Smith said'Nature never built a man more than seven stories high without leavingthe top loft empty'. "

"On the contrary, " spoke up John, "all the great men have been thosewho could look down on the rest of the world. "

"Huh!" broke in Grant, "it will do you good to find out how much ofyour statement is really true. What do you think of Caesar, Napoleon, William of Orange, General Grant, Alexander Stephens, AlexanderHamilton--"

"That will do, my son. That will do, " said John, patting Grant upon thehead. "That is a sufficiency of information this morning. Pray desist. In other words, shut up. If we don't stop you pretty soon you'll startin on the matter of canals again. All the way up from New York, " headded, turning to Miss Susie as he spoke, "he has been giving usundigested and undesirable information about the canals. He even saidthat the Amsterdam Canal connected the Zuider Zee with the North Sea. "

"So it does, " said Grant quickly. "If you'll tell me how long thatcanal is I'll buy the dinner, when we stop at Cape Vincent. "

"One hundred and sixty-five miles, " declared John promptly. As hespoke, however, he glanced at his cuff on which the fact was plainlywritten. 

"That doesn't count, " declared Grant. "No ponying in this game. Look upinto the sky, John, which isn't very far from you, and if you'll tellme how long the Panama Canal is I'll call it square and buy the dinner. "

"The--Panama--Canal--is--is--quite long. "

"So I have heard, " laughed Grant. "I guess you buy the dinner. "

"How long is it?" inquired John. "I knew, but I have forgotten. "

"It's fifty and one-half miles long. Here comes Sam Hodge, " Grant addedas the boatman came alongside the dock. "Are you going with us?" heinquired as he quickly approached the dock. 

"Where's that?" inquired Sam. 

"Down the St. Lawrence River. "

"How far?"

"Oh, down among the Thousand Islands, that's all. "

"First I have heard of it, " said Sam. 

"I think it will be a good thing if you can go with the boys, Sam, "spoke up Mr. Stevens. "They had a mishap yesterday and didn't quiteknow what to do. "

"Sure, I'll go, " said Sam. 

Fred made no protests and the terms with the mechanic were speedilyarranged. 

A half-hour later the Black Growler set forth on her voyage. 

The Caledonia was to follow some time that day and plans already hadbeen made by which the boys were to spend some time on Hecla Island, onwhich was located the summer home of the Stevens. 

Fortunately for Fred, at least, the lake continued to be calm. In theeagerness of the boy to prove to his friends that he merely had a"headache" the preceding day and had not been seasick, he was unusuallybusy. 

Sam called the attention of the Go Ahead boys to the post at Sacket'sHarbor. On a bluff above the lake the barracks and other buildings ofthe place were plainly visible. Even the soldiers stationed there couldbe plainly seen as they moved about the quarters. 

"That's a great place to have an army post, " said George. "I can'tthink of any place better unless it's in the middle of the SaharaDesert. Why did the government establish a post here?"

"Because there was a fort here, 'way back in the War of 1812, " answeredGrant promptly. "Sacket's Harbor was the headquarters of the army ofthe North and so the place has been kept up ever since. "

"Do any of you want to stop?" inquired Fred, glancing at his companionsas he spoke. 

"Not I, " replied John quickly. "When we have a good sea like this andFred can be safe from the misery he suffered yesterday I'm not fortaking any chances of the wind coming up later. "

"That's mighty kind of you, " growled Fred. "I never knew you to be sothoughtful of any one, --except yourself. "

"Don't say that, " said John. "You don't mean it. What you mean is thatthis is the first time you ever have appreciated how good I am. "

"Huh, " began Fred in response. His reply, however, was interrupted bySam Hodge as he said, "This is a mighty good boat. She must have cost apile of money. "

"She did, " said George quickly. "Fred had to save up his spending moneyfor several days before he bought her. You don't talk like a nativearound here, Sam. Where did you come from?"

"I come from New York, " answered Sam. 

"What were you doing there?"

"Oh, I worked in a factory where we made legs and feet and arms fordummies and models. "

"Fine job, " laughed George. "Did you like it?"

"I liked the job all right, " replied Sam, "but I didn't like ourforeman. I quit on account of him. "

"What was wrong with him?"

"Everything, " said Sam quietly. 

"So that was why you left and came up here to work on motor-boats wasit?"

"Yes, " answered Sam. "That foreman was the hardest man to get alongwith I ever saw. I put up with it for months, but finally there came aday when I decided I wouldn't stand any more of it. "

"What happened?"

"Why, I had a sore hand and I asked him to cut one of my feet off andhe cut it off for me and then he got mad at something I said and threwone of his legs at me. Then not satisfied with that he took one of thegirl's feet and threw that at me, too. Of course I got mad. I picked upone of my legs in my hand and I tried to defend myself and then he hitme in the eye with one of his hands and knocked me over among a lot oflegs and arms. He almost broke my foot and--"

"Did you say he cut one of your feet off?" asked Grant, soberly lookingdown at the pedal extremities of the mechanic, as he did so. 

"That's just what he did, " answered Sam. 

"But it seems to be all right now, " protested Fred. 

"You don't quite see, " said Sam. "I'm talking about the foreman of thefactory where I worked over on Broome Street. We manufactured legs andfeet and arms for dummies and models like I was telling you. "

"Like those that we see in the show windows?"

"That's it exactly, " said Sam. "Those dummies and models that they putin the store windows to display gowns on. I was working on one of theartificial feet and I mean he broke it. Oh, no, he didn't cut one of myREAL feet off. But he did hit me in the eye with one of his hands. "

"I see, " said George seriously. "It was an artificial eye of yours thathe hit. "

"No, it wasn't, " retorted Sam. "It was my real eye. "

"But he hit it with one of his artificial hands. Is that it, or did hehit it with one of the hands he manufactured?"

"No. No, " said Sam. "He hit me in my real eye with his real hand. "

"And that was why you picked up one of your legs and he took one of thegirl's feet and he hit you in the real eye, no, I mean the artificialeye with his real hand, --that's not quite it. I mean he hit you in thehand with his artificial eye. No, that isn't it either. Hold on. Hethrew one of his legs at you and then he took his eye and threw it atone of the girl's feet. Hold on, I'm getting all mixed up. I can't telljust where I am at. Say it again, Sam. "

"I think it's better for a man to have a wooden leg than it is to havea wooden head, " spoke up Fred. 

"Splendid, Peewee! Fine!" laughed George. "That's immense! Great! Sam, "he added soberly as he turned to the mechanic who was now steering theBlack Growler, "did you say you made artificial legs and arms and feet?"

"That's what I said, " acknowledged Sam. 

"Did you ever manufacture artificial heads?"

"Lots of 'em. Lots of 'em. "

"Have you got any with you?"

"No, I haven't. "

"I'm sorry, " said George. "There are several reasons why I should liketo buy one. "

Meanwhile the Black Growler swiftly and greatly to the delight of Samwas speeding over the smooth waters. Scarcely a ripple was to be seen. The reflection of the sunlight increased the discomfort of the Go Aheadboys and all four were rejoiced when at last Cape Vincent was sightedin the distance. 

CHAPTER XII

A SURPRISE

"Wait a minute, fellows!" called Fred when his companions prepared todepart from the dock and go to the hotel for their luncheon. "I havelost my knife. I think I must have dropped it somewhere behind thecushions. "

The boys halted on the dock while Fred speedily turned over thecushions. He did not discover his missing knife, but he did find alarge envelope lying directly beneath the cushion in the stern of thecockpit. 

"What's that?" he called as he held the paper up to view. "Have any ofyou fellows lost anything?"

All three Go Ahead boys declared that the paper did not belong to anyof them. Approaching the place where Fred was standing on board andstill looking at the document Grant suggested that he should open theenvelope as it was unsealed and unaddressed. 

Fred followed the suggestion and to the amazement as well as to theconsternation of his friends he drew forth a bond for five thousanddollars. For a moment an expression of blank amazement appeared on thefaces of all on board. 

"What's that?" demanded Fred at last. "Whose is it? What is it doing onboard the Black Growler?"

"It's a railway mortgage bond and given by one of the strongestrailroads in the United States, " said Grant, who had been lookingcarefully at the surprising discovery which his friend had made. 

"Is it good for anything?" inquired John. 

"Not much, " laughed Grant. "Only five thousand dollars, that's all. "

"Do you mean to tell me you could get five thousand dollars for thatpiece of paper?"

"Yes, sir, I think you could. "

"Well, then, " said John, "why don't we do it? It may be as good asmoney, as you say, but I think I'd rather see the cold cash. Where canwe get the money?"

"It might take a little time to get it cashed, but almost any bankwould pay it. It's not a registered bond and it looks as if it was allright every way. "

"Yes, but whose is it?" said Fred. "That's what troubles me. "

"I guess you won't have any trouble in finding out whose bond it is, "laughed George. "Though I must confess I don't see how it came onboard. "

"Neither do I, " said Fred slowly. "It must have been here some time. "

"Yes, " said John dryly. "I guess this is the first time we have turnedover or shaken out the cushions. "

"'We' have shaken out, is good, " retorted Fred. "I was doing thislittle job all myself. There wasn't a fellow who offered to lend ahand. But what shall I do with the thing?" he added. 

"Put it in your pocket now, " said Grant, "and wait until we have hadour luncheon. We can talk it over while we are at the table and decidewhat is the best thing to do. "

Grant's advice was followed. Fred thrust the bond into the envelope andthen placed the package in the inner pocket of his jacket. 

Throughout their meal the discovery of the bond was the chief topic ofconversation. The mystery of its presence on board the Black Growler aswell as that of its ownership again and again were talked over, but nosatisfactory conclusion had been obtained when at last the boysdeparted from the hotel. 

"I'll tell you what we'll do, fellows, " said Grant. "Let's take thatbond down to the bank. There must be one or two banks here and we canfind out about it and leave it there, if it is thought best. It may bethat we shan't want to be found with the goods on us a little later. "

"That's all right, Soc, " said Fred, who was more nervous than any ofthe boys concerning the discovery which he had made. "I'll find outwhere there's a bank. "

In response to his inquiries, Fred soon was informed where a bank couldbe found and together with his companions at once entered it. 

He inquired for the president and soon was introduced to that official. Briefly Fred then related the story of the discovery of the bond. Theman before him listened attentively and when Fred ceased he said, "Letme see the bond. "

As soon as he received it he carefully read its contents and then saidslowly, "That is a perfectly good bond and is worth at least fifty-twohundred and fifty dollars. What do you intend to do with it?"

"That's what we wanted to ask you, " explained Fred. 

"And you haven't any idea where it came from?" inquired the banker, looking keenly at Fred as he spoke. 

"Not the slightest, " answered Fred. "I never was more surprised in mylife than when I found that bond under the cushion on our boat. "

"Hum, " said the banker slowly. "Will you accept a suggestion from me?"

"Yes, sir, " said Fred eagerly. "That's what we came for. "

"Then my advice to you is to leave the bond here. I'll give you adescription of it and the number, and will make such inquiries as arein my power concerning its ownership. You must give me your names andaddresses and tell me where I can get you on the 'phone within the nextfew days if I want to call you. "

Fred glanced questioningly at his companions and when Grant nodded hishead, he said, "All right Mr. ----"

"My name is Reese, " explained the banker. 

"All right, Mr. Reese, " said Fred. "You give us the paper and we'll beglad to leave the bond here in your keeping. Have you any idea, " headded, "how that bond may have been placed on board our boat?"

"No, sir, not the slightest, " replied the banker. 

Mr. Reese retired from the room in which the boys were waiting and in amoment returned stating that as soon as the chief facts concerning thebond had been transcribed he would give a copy to the boys. Meanwhilehe took the names of all four Go Ahead boys and also their addresses. 

"I know your grandfather quite well, " he explained when Fred gave hisname as that in the care of which all letters and messages for the boysshould be sent. "He frequently comes up to Cape Vincent in his yacht. Iam glad to meet you on his account as well as on your own. "

The task at last having been completed, the Go Ahead boys at oncestarted toward the dock where their motor-boat had been left. 

As they drew near the place, John suddenly stopped and clutching Georgeby his arm, who was walking beside him, said, "Look at that man over onthe dock! Who is it?"

"It's the fellow who was the leader of that gang of canal-men thatboarded us the other morning. "

"What do you suppose he's doing here?" demanded John in a whisper. 

"I can't say. I'm not sure that it is the same man, but it certainlylooks like him. "

The boys stopped and excitedly explained to their friends the discoverywhich they had made. 

The opinion was general as soon as all had looked at the man that itwas indeed their unwelcome visitor who had fled precipitately with hiscompanions when the Caledonia had stopped to aid them. 

The stranger was only a few yards from the place where the BlackGrowler had been made fast, and as the boys approached he looked up andsaid with a laugh, "Glad to see yer. I thought I'd come down and lookye up. I wonder if yer got any gasoline?"

"Yes, sir, we have, " answered Fred tartly. He was not desirous ofcontinuing the conversation. 

Sam Hodge, who had come with the boys from Henderson Harbor, haddeparted soon after the landing at Cape Vincent had been made. Consequently the Black Growler had been left without any one on boardwhen the Go Ahead boys had gone to the hotel for their luncheon. Whether or not the man before them had made investigations or helpedhimself to anything of value on board the boat no one knew. There was, however, no one to prevent him from doing such things as he had desired. 

"Where did you come from?" demanded George as he stepped in front ofthe stranger. 

"I jes' started for me summer home, " laughed the canal-man. "I didn'tthink I would go down before the Fourth of July, but the sight of youboys made me homesick. "

"Where is your island?"

"I can't jes' describe it, " said the man, "but if you'll give me a liftin your boat I'll p'int it out to you when we come to it. "

"How did you come down here?" demanded George. 

"The same as any gintleman might come. I thought of comin' in me yacht, but I finally decided I'd take me own car and in that way I would beindepindent of the whole world. Now, then, boys, " he added, "I'm a bitfearful that I shan't be able to stay with ye very long. Did any of yefind a document of any value after I left ye the other day? I was a bitsorry I couldn't stop to shake hands with ye, but there were severalreasons why me and me pals thought it might be a good thing not tointerfere with you when your friends on that black yacht stopped to saygood mornin'. "

The four boys looked shyly at one another, every one of them convincedthat the mystery of the presence of the bond which they had discoveredwas in part explained. 

"What was your document?" asked Grant. 

"That wasn't what I said, " replied the man. "I asked you if you hadfound any document. "

"Of course we'd find a good many things on board, " explained Grant. "You'll have to tell us just what it is you lost, if you want us to saywhether or not we have found it. "

"You found it all the same. I can see it by the look in your eyes, "declared the man. "Now, what I want to know is if you'll give it uppeaceable-like or do you want me to call a policeman and get him tohelp me take what belongs to me. "

CHAPTER XIV

A SURPRISING PASSENGER

"We haven't got your bond, " said Fred quickly. He was somewhat uneasyas he was aware when he glanced keenly at the man that he was unusuallystrong and if he really had obtained possession of the security in away that was open to suspicion it was quite probable that he would nothesitate to defend what he had taken. 

Fred glanced anxiously about the dock to ascertain if help was near incase it should be required. 

"Where is it?" demanded the stranger. 

"We found it on the boat. "

"Yes, I know you did, " interrupted the man, "but what I want is for youto let me see it or tell me where it is. "

"I tell you we haven't got it, " said Fred. 

"Where is it?"

"It's where it will be safe until it can be looked up and we find outwhose it is. "

"Where did you get that bond?" demanded George, abruptly breaking inupon the conversation. 

"Did I say it was mine?" demanded the stranger. 

"You asked for it. "

"If I recall, I asked about it. "

"That's the same thing, " retorted George. 

"Not quite, " said the man. "Now then, will you tell me where it is?"

"I don't think we shall, " spoke up Fred. "If you'll tell me who owns itand what it was doing on our motor-boat, then perhaps I'll be willingto talk with you. "

"Then you say you'll not tell me where it is?" said the man, speakingslowly and looking savagely at Fred as he spoke. 

"I shan't tell you, " said Fred. "Now, if you're done, we'll start. "

As he spoke, Fred stepped on board the Black Growler, an action whichwas speedily followed by his companions. Advancing to the wheel Fredinspected everything to satisfy himself that all things were inreadiness for their departure and then said to the man waiting on thedock, "We'll have to bid you good-by. "

At the same time he turned on the power. As George and John pushed thelittle boat out from the dock it began to move, but not before thecanal-man unbidden suddenly leaped on board. 

"Thank you for your very kind invitation, " he said as he seated himselfon the cushions. 

"We didn't ask you to come, " spoke up Fred, "and we don't want yourcompany. You'll have to go ashore. "

"Is that so?" laughed the man banteringly. 

"Yes, sir, it's so!" retorted Fred. 

"Well, then if I go ashore I think there will be somebody going withme. "

"You're mistaken, " said Fred. "We're going down among the ThousandIslands. "

"That doesn't make any difference to me. I'm going to find out who tookthat bond. If you don't tell me where it is then I shall go to aconstable or justice and get out a warrant for you. You have owned upthat you had the bond on board your boat. It was a stolen bond and Ihave been trying to run it down for some time. Now I have found it, orat least I have found the party that had it, and you try to bluff me bysaying that you won't tell me where it is. Now, I'll give you yourchoice. You can have my company, for I shan't leave you until I findout more about it, or you can try to put me ashore and I'll get help. Just as sure as you're sitting here I'll swear out a warrant and haveyou arrested for stealing that bond. "

The boys were inexperienced and for a moment they stared blankly at oneanother, startled more than they were willing to acknowledge by thebold threat of their unwelcome passenger. 

"Well, what is it?" said the man a moment later when no reply had beengiven to his questions. "Which do you want?"

"The thing for us to do, " said Grant in a low voice to Fred, "is tokeep right on. We'll take this man down to your grandfather's islandand when we get there we'll tell him all about it. He'll know best whatto do and we'll wait for his advice before we do anything. "

"That's all right, Soc, " said Fred, greatly relieved by the words ofhis friend. Then turning to their passenger he said more boldly thanbefore he had spoken, "I guess we'll take our chances and have you gowith us. We'll find out more about this later and give you a chance totell your story. "

"It's all the same to me, " said the man glibly. "I'll be glad to havethe ride anyway. It's been a long time since I have been on the St. Lawrence River. "

Apparently Fred's threat had produced slight effect upon the additionto their party. He spoke as if he were in no fear for himself, whilehis threat to swear out a warrant for the boys, although it hadstartled them, had not greatly alarmed any one. 

Meanwhile the Black Growler, almost as if she was sharing in theexcitement of the boys, was speeding swiftly down the river. The broadexpanse of water when she left her dock at Cape Vincent soon was brokenby the sight of many islands, some of which were miles in extent whileothers were tiny little spots, just lifted above the surface of thewater. 

There was some anxiety on the part of John, that, unfamiliar as theywere with the channel, they might strike some hidden rock, but Fredassured his friend that there was slight danger of that in the daytime, as a careful watch was maintained and it was easy for them to followthe course of boats that were in advance of them. 

"Look yonder!" said George, suddenly pointing as he spoke to a yachtthat was swiftly approaching from the Canadian side of the river. 

"Do you know what boat that is?" exclaimed John. 

"We ought to know it, " said Fred. "That's the Varmint II. "

"She beat us down here by a good deal, " suggested George, who waskeenly observing the graceful and swift little motor-boat that wassteadily approaching. 

"I don't know about that, " retorted Fred. "She may be just coming now. "

"Don't you believe it, " retorted George. "She has been here a long timeand they're just out testing her on the river. Are you going to try torace with her here?"

"I am not, " retorted Fred promptly. "It will be time enough when we seewhat she can do in the real race. That won't be for three weeks yet. "

"How many races do they have down here in the summer?" inquired John. 

"I don't know, " answered Fred. "Two, I guess. "

"One will be enough this summer, I'm thinking, " laughed John. "What arewe going to do with that man?" As he spoke John glanced again at theuninvited and unwelcome passenger who apparently was taking his ease onthe cushions in the stern of the boat. 

"I'm going to do nothing, " said Fred quickly. "I think I will leave himalone until we land at my grandfather's island and then I will tell himall about it. "

"What do you suppose he is?" inquired John, glancing again at the man, who apparently was unaware of the interest his presence on board theBlack Growler had aroused. 

"I haven't any idea. "

"How did he know about that bond?"

"I can't tell you. "

"Do you suppose he stole it?"

"It doesn't seem so to me, " said Fred slowly, as he shook his head. "Ifhe stole it I can't understand why he comes down here after it. Youwould think he would want to put a long distance between himself andthat bond after he lost it. "

"And yet he seemed bold enough when he told us to tell him where it is. What do you suppose made him think of that?"

"Think of what?"

"Why, that we had put it somewhere. "

"It's the most natural thing in the world, " retorted Fred glibly. "Hewould know that fellows like us wouldn't want to keep a bond of thatsize. I am wondering what it all means. "

"First thing you know that man will jump on us all and take the BlackGrowler away from us. I tell you he's a desperate character. Just lookat those hands. If he had his coat off I tell you you would see themuscles of his shoulders stand out like great knots. He's a powerfulbrute and I don't like his disposition. I wish he was somewhere else. "

"I guess he wouldn't attack us, " laughed Fred. "We're four to one andeven if he's stronger than any one of us he's not as strong as all fourof us put together. "

"I tell you, " said John more positively, "he's a pirate. He's a regularpirate. He stole that bond and tried to take the motor-boat away fromus when we were on the canal and I shall feel mighty well satisfied ifhe doesn't get it away from us now before we go very much farther. "

"I confess it's all mighty queer, John, but I don't believe the manwill attack us. He has got too many matters just now to look after totry such a fool thing as that. "

"But I can't understand why he forces himself on board and why heinsists on going with us down the river. I shouldn't be surprised tohave him stop us when we are in some quiet place and search the boat. How does he know that the bond isn't here?"

"Because he has searched the Black Growler already, " replied Fred. "Youmay be sure he has gone through every nook and cranny before we cameback from the bank. "

"I guess you're right, " assented John, as once more he glancedapprehensively at the man who was the subject of their conversation. 

"I don't know of but one way to get even with him, " suggested Fred. 

"What's that?"

"Why, to set Soc on him and make him answer questions about canals. I'mtelling you that if Grant should ask him about how wide the Suez Canalis or how deep the Sault Ste. Marie is he'd get an answer that wouldsurprise him. "

"I haven't any doubt about that, " said John somewhat ruefully. "The manis a surprise anyway. "

John spoke more truly than he knew. The surprise that was occasioned bythe presence of their unbidden guest was mild compared with that whichsoon followed. 

CHAPTER XV

AN UPSET

The Black Growler, carried forward by the current of the mighty riveras well as by her own power, brought the party on board to theirdestination late in the afternoon. 

It was the first time that Fred's friends had seen the spot. The clearrunning water of the great river, the skies without a cloud, the sightof the numberless camps and cottages, as well as of the many yachts andmotor-boats that were to be seen on the river, all combined to increasethe interest of the Go Ahead boys. 

When at last they arrived at the island owned by Fred's grandfathertheir enthusiasm became still greater. A beautiful cottage, whichreally was a house with twenty rooms, was located in a grove of hightrees. The boathouse, ample and attractive in every way, and the sightof several skiffs that had been made fast to the dock caused George toexclaim in his impulsive manner, "There isn't a place like it in allthe world! I never saw such a spot before in all my life!"

"But you're young yet, " suggested Grant soberly. 

"But I have seen some things, even if I am young, " retorted George. "Ithought Mackinac Island was beautiful, but this has some things youcan't find up there. "

"Spoken like a philosopher, " again retorted John. The expression on hisface was serious as he hastily made inquiries concerning Grant'smissing bag. "The poor chap, " he explained, "is in trouble. He can'twear any clothes that fit the rest of us and unless he gets help soonwe shall have to lock him in the boathouse for he won't be presentableanywhere. "

To Grant's delight his bag already was in his room awaiting his coming. The mistake had occurred at Albany which had caused as much trouble tothe owner of the other bag as Grant himself had suffered. 

As soon as the boys were ready they all went down to the broad piazzawhich adjoined the house on three sides and there were greetedcordially by Fred's grandfather and grandmother. 

"We're always glad to see Freddie, " said Mrs. Button, beamingaffectionately upon her grandson, as she spoke, "and you may be surethat his friends are all as welcome as he is. "

"Thank you, Mrs. Button, " said George promptly. "If you knew how gladwe are to be here you might feel almost as if you were doing missionarywork in inviting us. "

"She will think she's doing missionary work, I'm afraid, " spoke upGrant. "I want to warn you, Mrs. Button, that when George gets into thedining room you'll have to drive him out. It's the only way we can gethim to stop. "

Mrs. Button smiled as she said, "That's just the kind of a guest Ilike. "

Meanwhile Fred had not been with his companions when they had gone totheir rooms, for he had remained behind to talk with his grandfatherconcerning the uninvited passenger who had arrived with them. 

"Yes, " Fred explained, "he was with some other men, canal-men wethought they were, that boarded us between Utica and Rome and wecouldn't get rid of them. I thought at first they were going to try totake the Black Growler away from us, but they didn't do that and whenMr. Stevens came along in the Caledonia and stopped to help us they allran away. We didn't think that we would ever see any of them again, butup here at Cape Vincent who should show up but this man. "

"What did he come for?" inquired Mr. Button. "We couldn't understand itat first, " replied Fred, "but, Grandfather, we found under a cushion abond for five thousand dollars. "

"You did WHAT?"

"We found a bond for five thousand dollars. "

"What kind of a bond was it?"

"I don't know, " said Fred somewhat foolishly. "I know it was a railroadbond. "

"What did you do with it?"

"We took it to the bank in Cape Vincent. We left it there with the manwho is in charge. "

"Did you get a receipt for it?"

"Yes, sir. "

"That's right. That's right, " said Mr. Button, nodding his headapprovingly. "Go on. "

"Well, when we came back from the bank whom should we find on board ourmotor-boat but this same man, that we had seen on the Erie Canal. Hedemanded that we should give up the bond. "

"So he knew about the bond, did he?"

"So it seemed. But we told him we didn't have it. Then he wanted toknow what we had done with it and we wouldn't tell him. When we wantedhim to go ashore he wouldn't do it, and just stayed on board and saidhe was coming with us. I thought it was better to let him come--"

"That was kind of you, " broke in his grandfather, with a smile. 

"I thought it was better to let him come and turn him over to you todeal with than it was for us to have any trouble up there at CapeVincent. "

"That's all right, Fred, " said his grandfather. "I'll go right downthere and talk with him. "

Fred watched his grandfather as he started toward the dock and then hequickly entered the house and went to his room. 

A half-hour later when he returned to the piazza and joined his friendswho already were seated there, his grandfather, bidding him follow himto the library, said as soon as the door was closed behind them, "Whatabout that bond?"

"I told you all I know. "

"You say it was a five thousand dollar bond?"

"Yes, sir. "

"And a railroad bond?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Do you remember which road?"

"Yes, sir. It was the New York Central. "

"But you don't know what kind of a bond?"

"No, sir. I didn't know there was more than one kind. "

"Perhaps you'll know more about that later, " replied Mr. Button dryly. 

"Did this man that came with us know anything more than we did aboutit?"

Ignoring the question Mr. Button said, "Your friend has gone. "

"Who? The man we brought with us?"

"Yes. I had Tom take him over to Alexandria Bay in the Jessie. "

"And where is he going?" inquired Fred astounded by the statement ofhis grandfather. 

"He will go to Syracuse. Whether he will stay there or not I do notknow. "

"But what did he say?" asked Fred somewhat impatiently. "Do you thinkhe stole the bond?"

"There are a good many things that are somewhat strange connected withthis affair. I am quite inclined to think your bond is good. About thisman, there are some matters that must be cleared up before I can makeany explanations to you. " Rising as he spoke Mr. Button led the wayback to the piazza and Fred was convinced that it was useless for himto talk any more, for the present at least, about the man or the bond. 

The following morning the four Go Ahead boys set forth in the BlackGrowler on a voyage on the river. Fred was eager to show the wonders ofthe great St. Lawrence to his friends and equally desirous of tryingout the motor-boat. 

In the time which was to intervene before the race was held he waseager to make himself familiar with every feature of the marvelouslittle craft. All things were novel and interesting to his companions, both in the scenery through which they were passing and the detailedparts of the Black Growler. 

"My grandfather says, " exclaimed Fred, "that if we want to we can sendover to Henderson Harbor and perhaps can get Sam Hodge to come here. Hewill be a good man to have on board when we are in that race. I neversaw any one that knew more about machinery than he did. "

"I'm telling you that you're still youthful, " remarked Grant. "Yourexperience is very limited. "

"That may be so, " acknowledged Fred with a laugh, "but it's somethingI'll get over. "

"Look yonder!" broke in John. "There's the Varmint II ahead of us. Iwonder if you can catch up with her!" As he spoke, John turned andwinked slowly at George who at once advanced to Fred's side. 

"Of course I can catch her if I want to, " declared Fred. 

"Which means that if you don't want to you can't catch her, " laughedJohn derisively. "I don't believe there's anything you want more thanto catch up with her. "

"I can do it, " said Fred. 

"That's easy to say. "

Irritated by the laughter of his companions, who were eager to test theswiftness of their boat, Fred at once turned on more power and theBlack Growler instantly responded. 

The boat seemed almost to sink a foot or more into the water as sheplowed her way up the river. 

In a brief time the crew of the Varmint II were aware of the swiftlyapproaching boat, but instead of entering into the contest they did notincrease their speed. In a few minutes the Black Growler swiftly passedthe Varmint II and as they did so George said mockingly, "Splendid!Splendid, Fred. All you need is to have the other boat stand still andyou can win out every time. "

"I gave her every chance, " retorted Fred. 

"May be you did, " answered George, "but she didn't think it was worthwhile to take up your challenge. "

"She didn't dare to, " spoke up John, who was loyal to his friend. 

"That all may be so, " laughed George derisively. There was nothing heenjoyed more than teasing Fred and as this was a comparatively easymatter it is not surprising that he frequently engaged in the task. 

Meanwhile the Black Growler swept onward in her course, at laststarting on her return voyage. Not far from the island owned by Fred'sgrandfather was another island which the boys already had been informedhad been rented by Mr. Stevens for the summer. 

When Fred pointed out the spot his companions were at once interestedand suggested that he should stop at the dock, which almost seemed toinvite their coming. 

"There's Susie Stevens now, " called John, pointing as he spoke to anearby canoe in which two young girls were seated. One of them waspaddling, while her companion was seated in the opposite end of thefrail little craft. 

At the moment of John's discovery apparently Miss Susie also becameaware of the approach of the Black Growler. As she lifted her paddle tosalute the Go Ahead boys, her companion, who doubtless was unfamiliarwith canoes, reached forward to pick up a sweater to wave at themotor-boat; she suddenly destroyed the balance of the little canoe. Instantly it was overturned and both girls were thrown into the St. Lawrence. 

CHAPTER XVI

THE RESCUE

A cry of horror and alarm arose from the startled boys when they beheldthe accident. In a moment one of the girls was seen swimming near theoverturned canoe. The other, however, was not within sight. 

"It's time for us to do something!" shouted John, who was almost besidehimself in his excitement. 

Fred at once had changed the course of the Black Growler but asemi-circle was necessary to be turned before she could approach theplace where the girls had fallen into the river. 

Grant, meanwhile promptly had removed his sweater and taken off hissneakers preparing to go to the assistance of the unfortunate girls. Ashe was the strongest and swiftest swimmer, his companions by commonconsent had expected him to be the one to leap into the water. 

A moment later it was seen that one of the girls had seized the canoe. In her desperation, however, the frail little craft was over-turned andshe lost her hold and again disappeared from sight. 

At that moment the motor-boat approached within twenty-five feet of theplace where the accident had occurred. Shouting to his friends to takethe canoe and do their utmost to rescue the unfortunate girl, Grantdived from the deck of the Black Growler and a moment later withpowerful strokes was swiftly approaching the victims of the accident. 

Meanwhile, following the instructions of Grant, John and George hadbeen able with a boat-hook to reach the overturned canoe and drawing itspeedily to them, both carefully and hastily took their places on board. 

"Get one of the girls while I am getting the other, " called Grant as heturned his head for a moment toward his companions. 

At that instant Grant saw the face of one of the girls appear on thesurface but a moment later it again disappeared from sight. 

The current was moderately strong, and aware that when she again wasseen it would be a little farther down the river, Grant slowly movedwith the stream. 

The depth of the water made it impossible for him to dive in an effortto find her in the depths. Carefully he scanned the water all about himand when in a brief time her face once more was seen and only a fewfeet farther down the stream, with two powerful strokes he dartedforward and succeeded in seizing the girl by the hair of her head justas she began to sink once more. 

Grant was elated when he discovered that the girl was still conscious. Holding to her hair with one hand he contrived to place himself behindher. Then holding her up by one hand with which he grasped her underthe shoulder, he said hastily, "Don't move. Don't try to do anythingfor yourself. There, don't do that, " he added as the frantic girl madean effort to seize him. "Don't touch me. Keep just as you are andyou'll be all right. "

In a measure his orders were obeyed. Instead of trying to swim towardthe boat Grant was simply doing his utmost to keep himself and hiscompanion afloat. He was treading water and moving with the current. 

At the same time he looked all about him for help. He saw two of hisfriends in the canoe and was relieved when he discovered that John, whoin his excitement had neglected to drop the boat-hook was holding thelong implement toward the other girl who already had grasped it withboth hands and was being drawn toward the boys. 

"Come here and help me, " shouted Grant. He was hoping that his twofriends would be able to rescue the other girl, or at least prevent herfrom sinking, but he was well aware that if he and his companion wereto be saved help soon must be had. 

In response to his hail Fred turned the bow of the Black Growler andslowly approached the place where Grant was struggling. 

The girl now was motionless and Grant's great anxiety was in a measurerelieved. He had been fearful that she would try to seize him by theneck or arms and prevent him from doing anything to help either of them. 

Grant was aware also that his strength would not permit him to continuethe struggle much longer. Already he was breathing heavily and all hispowers were required to keep himself and the nearly unconscious girlafloat. He had been able thus far to hold her head above the water, forfortunately at this time the river was unusually calm. 

Again, almost in despair, he looked back at the motor-boat. 

"Here!" called Fred, who had left the wheel and was standing in the bowholding a rope in his hand. "Catch this!" He had hastily tied a noosein the end and as he threw this toward the struggling boy, Grantfortunately grasped it. 

By a supreme effort he managed to slip one arm through the noose and assoon as this had been done Fred instantly began to pull. Several timesin spite of all the care Fred was exercising, the heads of Grant andhis companion were drawn beneath the water. Still Grant managed tomaintain his hold upon the girl and in a brief time they were drawnalongside the Black Growler. 

"I can't pull you both up, " called Fred in his excitement. 

"No, " gasped Grant. "I don't think you can pull either one of us. "

While he was speaking he had contrived to slip the noose over theshoulders and under the arms of his companion. As soon as this had beendone, he released his hold and said to Fred, "You can keep her head outof the water anyway. If your noose holds she's all right. "

"What are you going to do?" demanded Fred. 

"I'm all right, " responded Grant as turning himself upon his back hefloated with the current and obtained a brief rest. 

Meanwhile John and George had drawn Miss Susie Stevens to the canoe andseized her by her hands. John had been seated in the stern but now hestretched himself upon the bottom of the little craft and reached overwith his hands, one on each side of the canoe, and held the girl up sothat she was able to breathe, although he did not attempt to draw herout of the water. "Take your paddle, " he called to George. "I've gother all right, but make for the Black Growler. There's no knowing whatwill happen. "

In this manner the canoe slowly was paddled toward the motor-boat, butFred was holding the rope by which the second girl was held andconsequently was unable to respond to the appeal of his friends to cometo their aid. 

Meanwhile the motor-boat was drifting with the current and there wasgrave danger that she might run aground on some one of the numerousislands. 

Indeed this was just what occurred a few minutes later. 

The keel of the boat now grated on the rocky bottom. Grant, who hadbeen following the same course now obtained a precarious foothold andat once advanced to the aid of the helpless girl. He was stillbreathing heavily from his own exertions and his strength had not fullyreturned. Stumbling, slipping on the rocks, twice nearly falling intothe river he managed to draw the girl up on the shore and as soon as hewas satisfied that she was living he called to Fred, "Go on back andhelp the other fellows and I'll run up to this cottage and get some oneto look after this girl. "

"Give me a push, I'm almost grounded, " called Fred frantically. 

The engine had been reversed and the added help which Grant gave as hepushed hard against the bow sent the motor-boat back into the river. Satisfied that there was nothing more to be done Grant once more turnedand as fast as he was able ran toward the cottage located fifty yardsback from the shore. 

In response to his appeal two women and a man at once ran toward theplace where Grant had left the girl. 

"Please look after her, " said Grant hastily. "I want to go back to helpthe others. We had an accident, " he explained. 

The boy was rapidly recovering his breath by this time and as alreadyhe had seen a little skiff at the nearby dock, without askingpermission or explaining what he was about to do he ran to the place, cast off and leaped on board. A few powerful strokes sent him out uponthe river once more and in a brief time he was near the place where thecanoe was drifting. 

Cautiously approaching it, he soon was able to grasp Miss Susie Stevensunder her arms and draw her on board the skiff. 

By this time the motor-boat had approached the spot, but Grant calledto Fred, "I'll take her right ashore where I took the other girl. Waitfor me out here or at the dock. "

"We'll help you, " called George from the canoe. 

"All right, " answered Grant. 

Nothing more was said while the skiff and the canoe were soon swiftlytowed toward the dock. 

Willing hands were there awaiting their coming, for the entirehousehold now had been aroused and was watching the events on the river. 

In a brief time Miss Susie was lifted to the dock. She was still ableto stand and declared sturdily that she did not require any help. However, two of the women, one on each side, were helping her, and in abrief time she was assisted to the house and taken within the cottage. 

"What shall we do now, fellows?" inquired Grant blankly as he turned togreet his companions. 

"We had better wait, " replied George, "and take them back home as soonas they are able to go. "

"I guess that's good advice, " responded Grant. 

Shouting to Fred he bade him bring the Black Growler to the dock andmake her fast there while they waited for the more complete restorationof the girls whom they had rescued. 

CHAPTER XVII

SENDING FOR SAM

The waiting of the boys continued longer than any of them had expected. 

An hour passed and still no one appeared from the cottage. 

"I wonder if there's anything wrong, " said Fred as he glanced anxiouslyat the door. 

"I guess not, " answered George promptly. "The girls probably areexhausted, but I don't think there's anything serious. They came out ofit a good deal better than I was afraid they would at first. "

Following George's statement, the two girls were seen at that momentdeparting from the house. Accompanying them on their way to the dockwere several members of the household who were doing their utmost toassist them. 

Apparently, however, their services were neither required norrequested, for in a moment both girls moved quickly in advance of thelittle company and approached the dock. 

Stepping quickly on board, Miss Susie said, "What did you do with mycanoe?"

"We have got it here for you in tow. We thought you would probably wantto take it with you and we're going to carry you home. "

"That's very good of you, " laughed the girl as she glanced back at hercompanion to make sure that she too had boarded the motor-boat. 

"If you're all ready to go, " suggested Fred, "we'll start right away. We have been waiting until you were ready. "

"That's very good of you, " again said the girl quickly. "I haven'tthanked my life preservers yet for what they did. If you had not beenthere where you were the accident never would have happened, " she addedboldly. 

For a moment the four Go Ahead boys stared blankly at the girl, whoapparently had forgotten all their efforts to rescue her and hercompanion. Fortunately for the boys they had had other suits ofclothing in the cabin of their boat so that all four now were clothedand dry. But to have all their heroism forgotten and to be blamed forbeing the cause of the accident was something which had not evenremotely occurred to them. 

"Yes, " declared the girl, "if you had left us alone we wouldn't havetipped over. "

"What was it we did?" demanded George. 

"Why you came up with your old motor-boat and when I tried to bepolite, Mildred thought she had to do the same thing, and then over wewent. "

"Well, that was the time when it was fortunate for you that we happenedto be nearby, " said John dryly. 

"That's just what you had to do; you couldn't have helped yourselves. "

In spite of the words of the animated girl, who apparently now hadrecovered her spirits and strength, it was plain to the boys that shewas genuinely grateful for the rescue which they had made. She was adeeply interested spectator of the work of the boys in casting off andstarting their swift boat and even insisted upon being permitted tosteer part of the way. 

"Have you joined the yacht club yet?" she inquired. 

"What's that?" demanded George. 

"Why the St. Lawrence Yacht Club. I am sure Fred's grandfather mustbelong and probably that will be enough of an introduction. We havesome fine times there. Tennis all day, dances in the evenings and Idon't know what all. You must be sure to come over there. "

"You may be sure we'll come, " spoke up George promptly. "Now I want toknow, " he added, "what our reward is to be for our heroic rescue of twoforlorn maidens who were sinking in the cold waters of the St. LawrenceRiver. "

"I think virtue will have to be its own reward in this case, " laughedMildred. "You ought to be satisfied with the honor you have won. "

Fortunately the island which Mr. Stevens had rented was not far distantand not many minutes had elapsed before it was plainly seen by them all. 

Before a landing was made, however, Miss Susie Stevens had suggestednumerous plans for picnics, cruises among the islands, meetings fortennis at the yacht club and various other methods by which the dayswere to be passed. 

As soon as their passengers departed, the Black Growler was headedswiftly for Chestnut Island, the name by which the place owned byFred's grandfather was commonly called. 

Upon their arrival they were informed that already Mr. Button hadtelephoned for Sam Hodge and that he had received word that the manwould arrive the following morning. 

"I hope he'll bring all his legs, and arms with him, " suggested Georgewith a laugh. 

"What do you mean?" inquired Mr. Button. 

"Why, he has a choice assortment, " explained George. "It seems he usedto work in a shop on Broome Street in New York City where they makelegs and heads and arms for dummies. "

"I don't understand yet, " said Mr. Button blankly. 

"Why, these wax figures that they have in the windows, " explained Fred. "It was in a place where they make them that Sam Hodge worked and hemade us all laugh when we took him on at Henderson Harbor. He wastelling us about the boss throwing his leg at him and Sam told us hefired a foot back and before he had gone very far we had the air fullof eyes, heads and legs and arms, feet and hands and everything elsethat goes to the making of a dummy. In fact I have almost come tobelieve that Sam is pretty well made up himself. When he comes downto-morrow I'm going to ask him to let me take out his eyes, take offhis hair, pull out a foot and an arm, and when he gets through I'll seejust how much there is of the real Sam anyway. "

The boys laughed as Fred pictured the condition in which the loquaciousSam would be left. 

Their interest, however, was still great in the exciting events throughwhich they recently had passed. Mr. Button was an interested listenerand when the story had been all told he said quietly, "Mr. Stevens hasbeen down here several summers. I have been afraid of that girl everyyear. If she doesn't find herself in the bottom of the river some timesoon, I don't believe the fault will be hers. "

"Why, what's the matter with her?" inquired Fred. 

"She's too much of a tomboy. "

"What's that?" inquired Grant, winking at the other boys as he spoke. 

"Why, she does most of the things that the boys do. She plays tennis, shoots a rifle, paddles a canoe and manages the Stevens family. "

"And that is why you call her a tomboy?" inquired Fred. 

"Yes, sir, it is, " said the old gentleman solemnly. "Girls didn't actthat way when I was young. "

"How did they act?"

"Why, they were taught to be ladylike. "

"And what is ladylike?" asked Fred. 

"Why, it is to act like a lady. "

"Yes, " protested Fred, "but why shouldn't a lady do these things you'respeaking of?"

"Because they are not ladylike, " replied Mr. Button testily. 

"But why aren't they?" persisted Fred. "I don't see. "

"That's because you haven't learned any sense yet, " said hisgrandfather, irritated at last by the failure of his grandson to agreeto all that he had said. 

Fred laughed goodnaturedly, for behind the manner of his grandfather heknew there was a heart that was big and generous. Mr. Buttonoccasionally stormed about the "present generation" being so markedlydifferent and deficient in all the good qualities that marked the youngpeople of his own younger days. 

"What about that bond?" inquired John. "Have you heard anything moreabout it?"

"Not a word, " said Mr. Button sharply. 

Before the old gentleman turned away, however, for Fred suspected thatthe subject was not a welcome topic of conversation, he said quickly, "Where's the man that wanted the bond?"

"How should I know?" retorted his grandfather. 

"Has he been back here?"

"No, sir, he hasn't. "

"Do you know where he is?"

"I'm not sure if I did that I should tell you. "

"But you said he went to Syracuse. "

"If I did that's probably where he went. "

"Yes, " said Fred, still persisting in asking questions, "but you don'tsay whether he is coming back or not. "

"That's quite true. "

"Is he coming?"

"I cannot tell you. "

"Don't you know?"

"Did any one ever hear such a pestiferous child!" said Mr. Button, laughing as he spoke. "His questions and his tongue run like amill-tail. "

"What's a mill-tail?" inquired Fred. 

"There he goes again!" said Mr. Button, holding up both hands in mockdespair. 

"But I want to know whether or not you have been up to Cape Vincent todo anything about that bond, " demanded Fred. 

"The bond isn't registered in my name anyway, " answered Mr. Button. "Probably I couldn't get it if I wanted to. "

"But you don't answer my question. "

"Go into the house now and get ready for dinner. If you haven't anyplans made for to-morrow I may ask you to take me up to Cape Vincent inthe Black Growler. "

"Of course we'll take you, " said Fred. "We should like nothing better. "

"Then it's understood that to-morrow we'll go to Cape Vincent. "

"But, Grandfather, " said Fred before he went upstairs, "Susie Stevensand Mildred think they will want to go with us to-morrow. "

"And you told them they might?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Well, I don't see then but what you'll have to keep your promise, though you mark my words, young man, you'll be sorry you took thattomboy along with you. She'll get you into trouble just as sure as thesun rises. You mark my words. "

Fred laughed and as he went to his room he had no thought how nearlyhis grandfather's words were to be fulfilled the following day. 

CHAPTER XVIII

A TEST

Early the following morning when the Go Ahead boys went down to thedock, they found that Sam Hodge already had arrived and was busily atwork on the Black Growler. 

"Good morning, Sam, " called Fred, deeply interested in the sight of theinvestigation which Sam was making. 

"'Mornin', " called Sam, without looking up from his task. 

"How do you find everything on the boat?"

"I haven't only seen a few things yet, " retorted Sam. "I'll tell youlater what I think about it. "

"Did you bring along any extra legs or arms?" asked George. 

"Nothin' much, " replied Sam. His manner, however, to the boys seemed toimply that he was holding some information in reserve and this fact atonce increased their curiosity. 

"What have you got?" asked George. 

"I have nothin' much, but an albuminoid rib. "

"What kind of a rib?"

"That's what you call it. If it isn't that it's alkali. "

"What kind of a rib is an alkali rib?" asked John. 

"Why, it's one of those things that's about as light as paper. Here, I'll show it to you, " he added as he drew from his inner pocket a metalrib, which he at once handed to Fred. 

"That looks like aluminum to me, " said Fred quickly. 

"That's just what I said, " retorted Sam. "I thought I'd bring it alongin case anything happened. I'll have some feet and hands comin' later. "

"What for?" laughed Fred. 

"What do you s'pose they're for? They're for you to wear. "

"If you had brought along a head, " said Grant solemnly, "it might havebeen a good thing. I have known Fred to lose his several times. "

"We don't furnish brains, we just use them, " said Sam as he restoredthe rib to his pocket. "Now, then, " he added, "I'm goin' to give thishere boat an overhaulin' from stem to stern. "

"There isn't anything wrong, is there?" inquired Fred anxiously. 

"I told you I can't say yet, " answered Sam. "I don't know until I haveinvestigated. Can't expect much when a lot of harem scarem boys aredriving such a machine as this is. Had any more trouble since I leftyou?"

"We haven't had any, " answered Fred. "We helped pull a couple of girlsout of the river yesterday. "

"What was they doing in the river?" demanded Sam, looking up for thefirst time since the arrival of the boys. 

"What most people usually do when they can't swim, " answered Fred. 

"What was the trouble?" asked Sam. 

"The chief trouble was, " said Grant solemnly, "that they did not haveany alkali heads. Their heads were made of bone and were solid all theway through. "

"The worst of it is, " broke in Fred, "that they said we were to blamefor spilling them into the river. "

"Maybe you were, " said Sam. "One never knows. Maybe they saw you tryingto steer this boat. "

"That's it. That's it exactly, " spoke up George quickly. "I hadn'tthought before why those girls were spilled out of the canoe. I don'twonder they wanted to drown themselves when they saw the way Fredsteered. "

"That's all right, " retorted Fred as his friends all laughed. "We'lltake the Growler out this morning and see how she behaves. That's whatSam wants to do, I know. He can't tell how she runs until he sees herin action. Besides, my grandfather wants to go up to Cape Vincent andwe promised to take those girls along. "

"Better not, " said Sam quickly. "I should think you had had experienceenough. Don't you know that every sailor says that it is bad luck tobring a woman aboard ship?"

"The girls weren't on board. If they had been there wouldn't have beenany trouble, " asserted Fred. 

"Well, go up and get your breakfast, " said Sam, "and by the time you'reready, I guess we'll start. "

The Black Growler stopped at the dock of the Stevens' and after waitinga half-hour Miss Susie and her friend appeared and took their seats onboard the motor-boat. 

Mr. Button was not enthusiastic in his morning salutations, evidentlysharing in Sam's superstition that ill luck might follow the receptionof their visitors. 

Apparently the boys were not alarmed, however, and in a brief time theBlack Growler sped forward on her way, and the sounds of laughter thatcame from her occupants were not indicative that trouble of any kindwas greatly feared. 

"Grandfather, " said Fred, "I would like to try the boat to-day over thecourse or at least over part of the course that we'll have to run inthat race. "

"Well, if you want to try it, " broke in Sam, who was steering the boat, "why don't you? There isn't anything to prevent you that I know. "

"All right then, we will, " said Fred. "We'll run up to Cape Vincentfirst and on our way back we'll try out the course a little. Maybewe'll try only one leg of it--"

"Only one what?" broke in Sam, abruptly looking back at the boys as hespoke. 

"Oh, it's not an albuminoid rib, Sam, it's just one leg of the course. They don't have any artificial legs in such places. "

"You never can tell what will happen, " said Sam; "you'd better bringone along. "

"Why don't we try out the leg that we'll have to follow when we go upthe river anyway?" inquired John. "Part of the course will be up streamand we might as well try that out now as any time. "

"Is she in shape for trying it?" inquired Mr. Button of Sam. 

"I haven't tried yet, " said Sam cautiously. 

"Then you never will know until you try, " laughed Mr. Button. "When westrike the beginning let her go for a little while anyway, and we'llsee how she works out. "

In a brief time the swiftly moving Black Growler arrived near the spotwhich Fred had been informed would form one of the points in thetriangular course over which the race was to take place. 

"I guess you have got some friends that want to try out the coursetoo, " suggested Sam, pointing as he spoke to a motor-boat apparently ofthe same size as the Black Growler. 

Instantly glancing in the direction indicated by Sam, the Go Ahead boysdiscovered the Varmint II nearby and from her actions it was plain thatshe too was planning to test the course. 

"Make her show what she can do!" said George eagerly, a demand in whichMiss Susie quickly joined. 

"That's right, " she exclaimed. "I just love to go fast. You can't makethe Black Growler move too fast to suit me. "

The two boats now were following parallel lines, although they weremore than one hundred feet apart. It was manifest also that the crew ofthe rival boat were aware of the purpose in the minds of the Go Aheadboys and that they also were not unwilling to discover what one oftheir rivals might be able to do in the coming race. 

Conversation ceased as suddenly the Black Growler darted forward almostas if she was a thing alive. The Varmint II started at the same momentand an impromptu race was on. 

The bow of the Black Growler at times seemed almost to be lifted abovethe river. Dashes of water when the bow again struck were driven intothe faces of all on board. The spray soon made the cockpit as wet as ifa stream of water had been played upon it. The noise of the engine, thesplash of the water, the rushing river, the white and excited faces, aswell as the anxiety with which the Go Ahead boys watched the speed oftheir rival, all combined to increase the prevailing excitement. Apparently the two boats were moving almost neck and neck. 

"We don't seem to gain on her, Sam, " shouted Fred. 

Sam turned and glared upon the boy, but did not reply to thesuggestion. He was giving his entire attention to the task of steeringthe boat, glancing occasionally at his rival, which tenaciously washolding to its course. 

Several steamboats were passed and as the sight of the racing boats wasseen there was a wild rush of the passengers to the rail to watch thecontest. 

For twenty minutes the unexpected race continued. At the expiration ofthat time the Varmint II changed her course. Veering to the left sheswerved in a wide semi-circle, saluting the Black Growler several timesas she turned her course backward. 

"I guess that will be some race, " said Miss Susie Stevens. "I thinkI'll go with you. "

"You think you'll what?" demanded Mr. Button sharply. 

"I just said that I thought I would be one of the crew of the BlackGrowler in the race. "

"Excuse me, young lady, " said Mr. Button solemnly. "That will be noplace for a lady. "

"Why not?" demanded Miss Susie unabashed. 

"All you have to do is to look at yourself now, " retorted Mr. Buttonsomewhat tartly. "You're soaked, you're dripping from your head to yourheels. "

"I don't mind a little thing like that. "

"Well, you ought to, whether you do or not. When I was your age thegirls didn't go in for racing. "

"Then they never knew what they lost. "

"No, they didn't know what they lost, " said Mr. Button quietly. "Iguess they were better, if they were not better off. "

"Oh, you'll enjoy having me about, Mr. Button, " said Miss Susie. "Youneed all the help you can get and Fred says he's going to steer in therace. He'll want me close by to tell him just what to do. "

"If you speak to mo while I'm steering the boat in that race, " spoke upFred, "I'm afraid you'll find yourself where you and Mildred wereyesterday when the Black Growler came along. "

The fearless girl laughed derisively, but as the impromptu contest nowwas ended, conversation turned to other topics. 

The speed under which the Black Growler was moving was somewhatdiminished, but the motor-boat still was sweeping swiftly on its course. 

"I hope we'll get there in time for luncheon, " exclaimed Miss Susie atlast breaking in upon the silence that had followed her conversationwith Fred's grandfather. 

"That's another thing, " said Mr. Button, "that I don't approve. "

"What's that?" inquired Miss Susie. "Luncheon? Doesn't it make youhungry to ride on the river?"

"When I was young, " said Mr. Button, "the girls didn't gorgethemselves, and many a time I have seen my sisters even at a formaldinner eat only enough to enable them to follow the courses. "

"Yes, and afterwards, " said Miss Susie, who was unterrified by thegloomy remarks of the old gentleman, "they used to go behind the pantrydoors and eat pickles and lots of other indigestible things. I don'twonder that they had such frightful color. "

"But they didn't have such 'frightful color, ' as you are pleased tocall it, " said Mr. Button. "When they were exposed to the sunlight theywore veils and protected themselves. "

"And afterwards, " said the girl, "they died of consumption. Now, honestly, Mr. Button, didn't some of these girls that you're speakingabout die when they were young?"

"Death is no respector of persons. He cuts down the young as well asthe old. "

"Do you mean that for an answer to my question?"

The conversation which was becoming slightly heated abruptly ceasedwhen George excitedly called the attention of his companions to a manstanding on the dock in Cape Vincent which they were rapidlyapproaching. 

"There's your bond man, " he said in a low voice. 

Instantly the eyes of all were turned toward the individual to whomGeorge had referred. One look was sufficient to convince all the GoAhead boys that George had spoken truly, and that the man before themwas indeed the one who had demanded that the bond which the boys haddiscovered on board should be given to him. 

CHAPTER XIX

THE LOST FISH

"You come with me, Freddie, " said Mr. Button. Fred's face flushed atthe term applied to him by his grandfather and still deeper colorappeared in his cheeks when he saw a mischievous expression appear inthe eyes of the girls. To be called by the name be which he was calledwhen he was a little fellow, or at least very much smaller than he wasat the present time, was the last thing that could be applied him inthe way of teasing. Mr. Button, however, had no thought of annoying hisgrandson and used the term simply because it had been familiar to himfrom the time when Fred was born. 

"Good-by, Freddie, good-by, " called the three Go Ahead boys together, as their comrade obediently followed the call and at once joined hisgrandfather and the man who had demanded the bond and turned into thestreet. 

"That fellow was waiting for us, " exclaimed George in surprise. "Ibelieve that Mr. Button knew all the time that he was to be here. "

"Well, what do you make of it?" inquired Grant. 

"I don't know what to make of it. That man and a lot of his friendsfrom the canal-boats force their way on board the Black Growler andleave only when they are scared by the coming of the Caledonia. Thenthe first thing we know he shows up here at Cape Vincent and orders usto give up a bond which he says we have. "

"And the worst of it is that we have it, " said George ruefully. 

"HAD it, you mean, " suggested Grant soberly. 

"That's right, " joined in John. "We gave it up and had it recorded inFred's name. Now I suspect that those two men somehow have put up a jobon Fred and that we'll lose our bond. "

"'Our' bond is good, " scoffed George. 

"Well, whose is it?" demanded John. 

"That's what we don't know, but that doesn't mean that everything wesee, which may be the property of somebody we don't know, belongs tous. "

"Well, if this Mr. Somebody owns that bond why doesn't he come andclaim it?" retorted John. 

"It's my opinion that Mr. Somebody has come, " said Grant dryly. 

"What do you mean?" inquired George. 

"I don't know that I mean anything. I'm thinking though that the manwho owns that bond, if it is good for anything, isn't going to resteasily until he finds out where it is. "

"Do you think that boatman owns it?" asked John. 

"It's plain that he knows something about it, " answered Grant. 

Meanwhile the two girls in the party were becoming somewhat impatient. 

"My, nobody knows how thirsty I am!" said Miss Susie, who had been aninterested listener and for some strange reason had not joined in theconversation. 

"Plenty of water around here, " suggested John. 

"I don't mean that, " said the girl quickly. "I mean something cold. "

"And frozen?" asked John. 

"My, how quick witted you are!" laughed the girl. "That's exactly whatwe want. "

"I suppose we might as well give in first as last, " said George in mockdespair. "If anybody knows where we can get any ice cream we'll start. "

"We'll start anyway, " spoke up Miss Susie. "If we start we shall findit. "

Evidently success attended the efforts to locate the ice cream parlorsfor long before the return of the boys and girls to the Black Growler, Fred and his grandfather had come back, the latter becoming moreimpatient with the failure of the young people to appear. 

Sam Hodge meanwhile had been busily engaged in his inspection of themachinery of the Black Growler. When his task was completed he did notmake any remarks, but his face apparently beamed with satisfaction. 

"Sam, " said Fred, "what do you think our chances are against thatVarmint II?"

"'Gainst the which?" demanded Sam. 

"That motor-boat that we were racing. "

"I think it will depend somewhat on how fast we go, " said Sam. 

"What a wise man you are, " laughed Fred. "I might have thought of thatmyself if I had tried hard. Do you think we can beat that boat? That'swhat I want to know. "

"I think we can if we go faster than she does, " replied Sam. 

"Well, can we make her go faster?"

"You can if the speed is in her. "

"Well, do you think the speed is in her?"

"I can't say just yet, " said Sam, who was not to be moved from hiscautious position. "Here come your friends, " he added as the boys andgirls were seen approaching the dock. 

Mr. Button grumbled over the delay which had been caused by the failureof the young people to return, but as no one except Fred understoodjust what he was saying slight attention was paid him. 

Meanwhile at Sam's command the engine was started, and the BlackGrowler, free from the dock once more, soon was noisily and speedilymaking her way down the mighty river. 

"Why didn't you beat that other boat?" demanded Miss Susie of Fred. 

"That wasn't what we were trying to do. "

"Well, what were you trying to do?" demanded the girl. 

"Testing our boat and at the same time trying to find out what timethey could make in the Varmint II. "

"Well, did you find out?"

"We found that she can go, " answered Fred somewhat dolefully. "Sam heresays that we can beat her if we can go faster than she does. "

"That's exactly what I say, " spoke up Sam. 

"How many legs have you got, Sam?" asked George abruptly. 

"Six, " answered Sam. 

Both girls looked up in surprise. Miss Susie said, "He's a regularcentipede. What does he mean?"

"What do you mean, Sam?" said Fred. "Miss Susie doesn't understand you. How many legs really have you got?"

"I have told you once, " retorted Sam. "I have got six here and aboutfifty in New York. "

The girls stared blankly at each other and then as the boys laughed, Miss Susie said, "What's the joke?"

"No joke, " said Fred. "It's just a fact. "

The attention of the party, however, was speedily attracted by thesight of a little boat that was approaching, flying a white flag at thestern. 

"Oh, I know what that is, " said Miss Susie confidently. "That meansthat somebody is sick on board and that they are signaling us to helpthem. "

"Huh!" grunted Mr. Button. 

"That's not it, " responded George. 

"Well, what is it then?" demanded the girl. 

"It means that somebody on board has caught a muscallonge and they arebringing it in. If any boat catches one it usually puts straight forhome and it isn't backward in letting the world know what has happened. "

"Have they got the fish with them?"

"Why don't you ask them?" laughed George, handing the girl a megaphoneas he spoke. 

Quickly taking her place on the deck, Miss Susie shouted, "Have you gota muscallonge?"

"Yes, " replied somebody on board. 

"Hold it up and let us see it. "

In response a man on the other boat held forth to view a huge fishwhich weighed at least twenty-five pounds. 

"Good for you! Good for you!" shouted the Go Ahead boys together. 

"Hold it up higher, " called Miss Susie. "Is that a real fish? Did youreally catch it or did you buy it somewhere?"

A reply was not given the questions, for suddenly the great fishslipped from the hands of the man who was holding it and with a splashit fell into the water. 

"That's right, " grunted Mr. Button. "I told you what was going tohappen. "

"Why, Mr. Button, " exclaimed Miss Susie, "did you know beforehand thathe was going to drop that fish?"

"I told the boys before we started that they would surely have troubleto-day. Now, stop this boat, Sam Hodge, " he added. "We have got to helpthose people get that fish in. "

"I guess they won't need any help, " said Sam, who was watching theefforts of the men on the other boat. Its speed had been checked assoon as the accident had occurred and the two men on board quicklybegan to pull in the two skiffs, which they had in tow. 

In a brief time they took their places on board one of the little boatsand with long strokes started swiftly back in their search for theirlost prize. 

Fortunately the men soon found the floating muscallonge which now hadbeen dead two hours. Eagerly they drew the fish into their skiff andwhen they returned to their motor-boat they were aware for the firsttime that the Go Ahead boys were there to help. 

Few remarks, however, were made and as soon as the muscallonge had beenrestored to its place both boats continued on their way. 

"I'm afraid, " muttered Mr. Button, "that isn't the last thing that isgoing to happen to-day. "

"I hope not, " said Miss Susie lightly. 

Apparently all the efforts of Fred's grandfather to subdue thelight-hearted girl were doomed to failure. Why his prejudice againsther had become so strong it was difficult even for Fred to understand, although he was familiar with the peculiar ways of Mr. Button. 

"Look yonder!" suddenly exclaimed John, "That's the Varmint II again. "

Coming around the end of a nearby island the swift little motor-boatwas seen approaching. 

Taking his megaphone Fred shouted, "Come on, we'll try it again! Wecouldn't do much this morning. "

"All right, " came back the answering hail from the Varmint II and in abrief time both boats were swiftly moving down the river. 

Again the spray dashed over each party, the water through which theywere passing again seemed to be moved as if by some intense heatbeneath it. The noise of the motor and the sound of the rushing watermade it difficult for the Go Ahead boys to hear one another. 

There was slight disposition however, to talk, for all on board thelittle boat were eagerly watching their rival. Although there were nosure grounds for their belief, the Go Ahead boys were confident thatthe strongest rival they would face in the coming race was the boatwhich now was only a few yards distant. 

And what a beautiful little structure she was. Her lines were allgraceful and as she slipped through the water she seemed almost toshare in the prevailing excitement. 

Steadily the two boats continued on their way, neither apparently beingable to gain much upon its rival. Occasionally the Varmint II led by afew feet, only to lose the advantage as the Black Growler slowly drewahead. Evidently they were evenly matched. This fact, however, servedonly to increase the interest of the Go Ahead boys. 

When at last the Varmint II again turned from the course and with awide sweep started across the river there had been no sure test of thecomparative speed of the two boats. 

"What do you think, Sam?" inquired Fred anxiously. "Can we beat her?"

"We can if we go faster than she does, " replied Sam briefly. 

CHAPTER XX

SAM'S WARNING

The thought of the race which was to take place within a few days andin which both the Black Growler and the Varmint II were to becontestants was in the mind of every one. In spite of the unwillingnessof Sam to express his opinion as to the outcome, Fred insistedrepeatedly upon asking what he thought. Again and again Sam evaded adirect reply as in one form or another he explained that all he didknow was that the Black Growler would win if she could run more swiftlythan the Varmint II. 

As to the possibility of developing the required speed he wasnon-committal. 

Conversation did not lag on the voyage down the river. The presence ofMr. Button as well as the fact that Fred apparently was somewhatreserved and uncommunicative concerning his recent experiences in CapeVincent, caused the Go Ahead boys to neglect the topic of conversationwhich just then was uppermost in their thoughts. Time did not drag, however, and it was a merry party on the motor-boat which attracted theattention of many of the parties they met. In the most informal mannersalutes were given and whistles were tooted whenever boats large orsmall passed. 

In spite of Miss Susie's apparent carelessness she had provided a mostexcellent luncheon, to which ample justice had been done by all onboard, including Mr. Button. 

It was late in the afternoon, however, when the two girls were left attheir cottage and the Black Growler sped forward toward Chestnut Island. 

As soon as a landing was made Mr. Button at once started for thecottage. 

Left to themselves Fred's three friends quickly turned upon him andeagerly began to question him concerning his experiences at CapeVincent. 

"Where's your man that wanted the bond?" demanded George. 

"Did you get the bond?" asked Grant. 

"Did you find out who that fellow is?" inquired John. 

"Hold on, fellows, " laughed Fred. "I'll take you one at a time, but Idon't want you all together. Now then speak up, one of you. What is ityou want to know?"

"Did you find out who that man is?" asked John. 

"I fancy you're referring to the gentleman who requested us to deliverto him that five thousand dollar bond?" answered Fred. 

"You catch my meaning exactly, " answered John solemnly. 

"Well, then, let me say that he is just as big a mystery to me as he isto you. "

"Did he get the bond?" demanded Grant. 

"I don't know. "

"Weren't you with him?"

"I was, but not all the time. "

"Did he go to the bank?"

"He certainly did. "

"Weren't you there, too? Couldn't you see whether they gave him thebond or not?"

"Not being able to see through a foot wall, and a door still stronger, I am unable to give you the information you so courteously request. "

"What do you mean? Can't you speak in plain English?"

"I'll do my best, " laughed Fred, who so often had been the object ofattention from his friends that now he was rejoiced that in a measureat least the tables were turned. "Well, we were at the bank, " hecontinued. "My grandfather told me to stay outside while he went intoMr. Reese's office. They were in there about five minutes and then Mr. Reese came out and asked me to tell our canal-boat friend that hispresence was desired in the office, so I went outside the bank andfound the man they were looking for, gave him the message and then Iwent back. "

"Didn't they want you in the office too?" inquired John. 

"I didn't receive any strong urging to enter, " laughed Fred, "so Idecided it was better for me to stay outside. "

"How long were they in there?" inquired Grant. 

"I suppose it was about half an hour, but it seemed a good deal longer. "

"Who came out first?"

"The canal-man. "

"Was he alone?"

"Yes. "

"How long before any one else came out?"

"Five minutes anyway, perhaps ten. "

"What did your friend do?"

"He went out of the bank and that's the last I saw of him. "

"You don't know then whether he went to the hotel or the station, orcame down the river. "

"I have told you just what I know and all I know. I can't do any more. "

"So we're just as wise as we were when we began, " laughed George. "Wedon't know what has become of our bond nor where the man that wanted itwent. We don't even know whether or not it is in the bank yet. "

"Don't begin on the list of things you don't know, George, " said Fredsoberly. "It'll take too much time. "

"It's a good thing to know that you don't know. Some people that don'tknow, don't know that they don't know. Now, I know some things andamong the things I know, I know that I don't know some things that Ithink I know. "

The Go Ahead boys laughed as they all started toward the cottage toprepare for dinner. 

The following morning Fred and George were the first to dress andtogether they made their way once more to the boat-house. 

In a room above the slip, in which the graceful little motor-boat wasresting, Sam Hodge was found. He had arisen two hours before this timeand already had eaten his breakfast and was preparing for the duties ofthe coming day. 

It was because of Sam's own choice that the room he occupied had beenassigned him. And what a strange room it was. Sam had brought many ofhis own belongings among which were various pictures of the humananatomy, both external and internal. A life-size dummy stood in onecorner of the room, the expression on its face being almost human inits dolefulness. In other parts of the room were legs, arms, feet andhands in various stages of completion. Sam explained that his love forthe work which he did in the winter, when he was employed in thefactory on Broome Street, New York, was present with him throughout theyear. 

"Yes, I like fooling around a boat in the summer time, " he explained, "but you can't do that when the ice is about two feet thick. And yet ifI go back to New York then I am all out of practice with my feet andlegs and arms, so the only thing for me to do is to keep in the game. Besides, I like it and what a fellow likes to do isn't work, it's play. I'm finishing up that dummy, " explained Sam to the boys when theyentered. "One arm is a bit too long and one of the feet ought to have anumber four shoe and the other about a number nine. I have seen peoplethat way, but not very often. "

"I should think you would wake up in the night with the nightmare, "laughed George. "I think I should if I looked out and saw somebody overin the corner of the room still, staring and silent. "

"Yes, some folks is easily scared, " acknowledged Sam. "I've been overto Alexandria Bay, " he added. 

"When?" inquired Fred quickly. 

"Oh, I guess I've been over two or three times. I've been asking somequestions about those men that run the Varmint II. "

"What did you find out about them?" inquired both boys eagerly. 

"Accordin' to what I heard they aren't much good. "

"What do you mean?"

"Why, I think they are a tough lot, " said Sam, shaking his head. "Thetwo fellows that own the boat are both of them sons of very rich men, who give them all the money they want to use. It hasn't done theyoungsters any good, I guess, from what I heard. They bought themotor-boat expecting that there wouldn't be anything on the river thatcould touch her. They say they are pretty sore now that they have foundthat there is a boat which may give them a hard rub and perhaps takethe cup away from them after all. "

"Sam, if you win that race for us--" began Fred eagerly. 

"I'm not going to win your race, " broke in Sam. "I've heard you saythat you're going to do the steering yourself and if you are, why theonly thing I can do is to be a sort of court of appeals. I'll be thereto help you out if something goes wrong. Now, we're up against a prettyserious proposition. Those fellows are bound to win that race and ifthey can't win it one way they are goin' to win it another. "

"I don't see how they can win, Sam, if they don't go faster than we do. "

"Maybe they can win, " suggested Sam, "if we go slower than they do. "

"That's the same thing, " laughed George. 

"Not by a jugful. "

"Why isn't it?"

"Why, they may not be goin' so very fast and yet if our boat isn't ingood shape it may be that they'll keep ahead of us and beat us. "

"Well, that's just what you're here for, " said Fred; "to see thatnothing does happen to us or to our boat. "

"Are you goin' to take them girls along that you had yesterday?"inquired Sam abruptly. 

"Do you mean in the race?" asked Fred. 

"What did you think I meant?"

"Well, we're not going to take them. "

"Then maybe there'll be a chance to win out. I wouldn't promiseanything with them on board, especially one of them. She's all right, but she would want to steer the boat and talk to the crew when it mightbe that the whole race was dependin' on what we were doin' right thenand there. "

"No, you can rest easy about that, " said Fred. "There won't be anybodyon board except the Go Ahead boys and you. "

"Well, then, " said Sam, "if that's the case then we'll have to keep asharp watch on the Black Growler. "

Sam's manner more than the words he spoke impressed the boys with thefact that he was holding back something that he had heard or knewconcerning the possibilities of trouble for the swift littlemotor-boat. Just what they were, neither Fred nor George couldconjecture. Their confidence in Sam was great and when they departedfrom the boat-house they made light of his fears. 

"Sam is a regular old kill joy, " laughed George. 

"There has to be somebody, " said Fred, "to take the joy out of life. Itwouldn't be worth living if that wasn't so. "

"Well, Sam does his best, " said George with a laugh, "and the onlyreason why he doesn't succeed is because his bark is worse than hisbite. We know he doesn't mean half he says. "

"But why does he seem so worried about something happening to the BlackGrowler?"

"Oh, I don't know, " said George. "That's just one of his notions, Iguess. "

It was not long, however, before both boys were excitedly aware thatSam's forebodings had been based upon a knowledge greater than thatpossessed by any of the Go Ahead boys. 

CHAPTER XXI

THE SUMMONS IN THE NIGHT

On each of the three days that followed, the Black Growler was sentover a part of the course which had been mapped out for the race. Thespeed of the marvelous little motor-boat apparently was satisfactory toall concerned, except Sam. He growled and protested that there wassomething wrong with the boat and declared that unless they kept acareful watch, other things that would be still worse might occur. 

On several occasions an impromptu race was had with the Varmint II. Itwas plain to the occupants of each boat that their rival was dangerous. Fred became more anxious with the passing days, sometimes being lowspirited and declaring that there was no hope for the Black Growler. 

He was easily routed out of his despondency, however, for it has beenwell said that it is not difficult for men to believe the things whichthey wish to believe. 

"We'll be all right, " said George confidently. "There wouldn't be anyfun in a race if the other boat did not have some speed in her. But youjust wait, Fred, and we'll show that Varmint II a clean pair of heels. "

"I hope so, " said Fred, his courage quickly rising again. 

"By the way, Fred, " said John, "you never told us any more about thatman who came for the bond. "

"I haven't any more to tell, " said Fred quietly. 

"Now look here, Peewee, " spoke up Grant. "That bond wasn't yours. Itbelonged to the Go Ahead boys. I don't see why you assume all therights of ownership. "

"I don't, " protested Fred. "The bond was registered in my name at thebank and so I had to go with my grandfather to see about it. "

"Did that canal-man steal the bond?" asked John. 

"I can't tell you, " replied Fred. 

"Do you mean you can't, or you won't tell?"

"A little of both, " laughed Fred, eager to change the subject. 

Throughout these conversations Sam Hodge seldom spoke. Indeed, as thetime drew nearer the day of the race, his anxiety manifestly increased. He was busy on or about the boat throughout the day and even when nightfell it was difficult to persuade him to retire to his room in theboat-house. 

Once when Fred looked out of his bedroom window, in the moonlight nightabout twelve o'clock, he discovered Sam pacing back and forth on thedock. Just why he was so uneasy Fred did not understand and Sam did notoffer any explanation. 

On the following night not long after the boys had retired, they wereawakened by a loud call from Sam Hodge. 

"Hi! Hi there!" he shouted. "Come out here. "

Hastily donning their clothing the boys ran out of the house andquickly joined Sam, who had leaped into a skiff that had been fastenedto the dock and was now rowing swiftly toward the head of the island. 

"What is it, Sam?" called Fred. 

Sam, however, made no response and soon disappeared from sight aroundthe bend in the shore. 

"What do you suppose the trouble is?" inquired John. 

"I'm telling you, " said George, "that Sam has seen something thatsurprised him. He has been saying all the while that he was afraidsomething might happen to the Black Growler. "

"But nothing can happen to her to-night. It's perfectly clear. There'sno storm, and even Sam did not think it was worth while to run her intothe boat-house. "

"That may be just the trouble, " suggested Grant. 

"I don't know what you mean, " retorted George, quickly turning upon hisfriend. "What might happen?"

"The thing that Sam seemed to be afraid of. "

"But what is that?"

"Sam hasn't told me. "

"That's all so, " spoke up Fred, "but Sam has some reason for beingworried. I don't know what it is, and I think he ought to tell us. "

"Maybe he will when he comes back, " suggested George. 

"Back from where?" retorted John scornfully. "He's just started, andnobody knows where he is going or when he is coming back. "

"He will be here within a few minutes, " said Grant confidently. 

True to Grant's suggestion, not many minutes had elapsed before Sam wasseen approaching. He was rowing leisurely and apparently was neitheralarmed nor excited. 

As soon as he came within speaking distance, Fred called sharply, "Whatis it, Sam?"

"Did you see anything?" inquired Sam as he rested on his oars a fewyards from the dock. 

"Nothing, except you, " answered Fred. "We saw you pulling as if yourlife depended upon it. "

"It wasn't my life, exactly, " said Sam slowly, "but there was a manhere on the dock. "

"A man?" exclaimed George. "Who was he? What was he doing here?"

"That's exactly what I should like to know myself, " said Sam shortly. "I was trying to find out and that was just the reason why I followedhim. "

"Didn't you see any one?" Fred asked. 

"Yes, sir, I did, " replied Sam. 

"What was he doing?" inquired John. 

"I saw a skiff headed for Alexandria Bay. "

"How many were in it?"

"Two men. "

"What were they doing?"

"The last I saw of them they were pulling as if for dear life. That waswhy I couldn't catch them. "

"And you think they were here on our dock?"

"I do, " explained Sam promptly. "I saw one man on the dock. Probablythe other was in the skiff. "

"What were they doing?"

"Nothing when I first saw them. They were just getting ready to do it. "

"Do what?" demanded George. 

"I guess it's time for you boys to go back to your beds, " said Samafter a brief silence. "If you can't tell, then I'm not going toexplain. "

"Tell us, Sam, just what happened, " pleaded Fred. 

For a moment the man was silent and then as if thinking better of hisresolution, he said, "The fact is, boys, there was some one in theboat-house. I was sure of it though I couldn't see any one. I heard himmoving around and when I came out on the dock there I saw him just asplain as day. Just about that time he saw me too, and that was thefirst I knew that there were two of them, one in the skiff and one onthe dock. "

"Were they near the Black Growler?" inquired Fred, who was keenlyaroused by the story Sam was telling. 

"They couldn't have been nearer, " declared Sam, "but when they saw me, they started out as if the evil one was after them. "

"I don't wonder, " suggested George. 

"Huh?" said Sam quickly. "What's that you say?"

"I think it would scare anybody if he thought you were trying to catchhim, " said George glibly. 

Mollified by the explanation, Sam continued, "They lighted out as soonas they both were in the skiff and the way they rowed was somethingmarvelous. I chased them around the point, but if you'll believe mewhen I got there they were already more than half-way to AlexandriaBay. "

"They must have traveled fast, " laughed John. 

"They didn't delay any, let me tell you, " said Sam, shaking his head. "And they had good reason to hurry up. "

"Was anything wrong with the boat?" asked Fred. 

"I haven't found out yet. I don't think they had time to do much harm. "

"What makes you think they wanted to harm the boat anyway?" asked Grant. 

"Huh, " said Sam, turning abruptly upon the speaker. "What else couldthey want here?"

"I don't know that they would want anything, " said Grant quietly. "Whenyou have made up your mind that somebody is trying to put the BlackGrowler out of business it is easy for you to believe that everythingis working for that one thing. "

"You don't know as much as you might, " said Sam tartly. 

"By which you mean?" inquired Grant. 

"By which I mean just this, " responded Sam warmly. "The people that ownthe Varmint II are a tough crowd. They are some young fellows that havegot more money than they have sense. "

"More dollars than cents, you mean, don't you?" interrupted George. 

"That's what I said, " retorted Sam. "They are betting all sorts ofmoney on their boat. From what I heard over at the Bay they have stakedmore money than you would believe on their boat winning the race. "

"Who told you about it?" inquired Fred. 

"Never you mind that, " said Sam. "I know and that's enough. Now, ifthey've got so much staked they wouldn't feel so very bad, would they, if anything happened to the Growler? It seems she's the only boat theyare afraid of anyway, and if she isn't in the race why the Varmint IIwill just walk away with the cup. "

"And do you really think, " inquired Fred, "that they will try to damageour boat so that she can't be in the race?"

"I'm not saying THEY will, " answered Sam, "but somebody might. Perhapsthey wouldn't know anything about it. "

"Do you think those men who were here to-night came to do that?"

"I'm suspicious, " said Sam, "but I don't know yet how much damage theydid. I called you because I thought I might need your help. There isn'tanything more you can do now and you might as well go back to bed. "

With the coming of the day most of the fears and anxieties of the boysdeparted. The alarm of Sam the preceding night appeared verydifferently now and they even were inclined to laugh at him for hisfears. Sam, however, had fallen once more into one of his periods ofsilence and made no comment on the remarks of the Go Ahead boys. 

"I'm going over to the Bay now, " said Sam when the boys after breakfastapproached the dock. 

"Are you going in the motor-boat?" inquired Fred. 

"Yes, sir. "

"How long will you be there?"

"I don't know. Probably an hour. "

"Then we'll go over with you, " answered Fred. "Perhaps we'll find oneof these fellows who were trying to blow up the Black Growler lastnight. " "I'm not saying they were trying to blow her up, " retorted Sam. "You don't have to blow up a boat to put it out of commission, do you?Her machinery is so fine that it wouldn't take very much damage to onepart to throw the whole thing out of gear. "

"That's true, " said George, "but I don't believe, Sam, that there'sneed for our being scared. Probably those two men you saw last nightwere just stopping on their way back to the Bay from some of theislands. "

Sam shook his head and although he did not speak, his action impliedthat the Go Ahead boys might soon be wiser than they were at that time. 

Nor was his suspicion misplaced. Not many hours had elapsed before theywere almost as strong as Sam in their belief that the Black Growler wasnot only an object of dislike, but also that there was a real perilthat she might be so injured that it would be impossible for her toenter the race. 

CHAPTER XXII

A COLLISION

In a brief time the Black Growler was fast to one of the side-docks andthe party prepared to disembark. 

"I'm not going to leave that boat without somebody stayin' on board, "asserted Sam positively, when he was aware that the Go Ahead boys wereall planning to accompany him. 

"What are you afraid of?" inquired George. "There's some one aroundhere all the time and no one could do any damage without being seen. "

"It doesn't make any difference, " asserted Sam. "A man might drop sandinto the bearings or grease cups or do some other mean trick and nobodyever see him. "

"All right, then, " laughed George, "I'll be the goat. I'll stay herewhile you're gone. I guess I shan't be lonesome, " he added with a laughas he glanced at the increasing assembly which already had been drawnto the dock to gaze at the beautiful little motor-boat. 

Soon after the departure of his friends, George seated himself in thestern of the boat and did his utmost to appear indifferent to theadmiring glances and words of approval which now were coming from thespectators. 

He had secured a copy of the morning paper and was pretending to beinterested in the news he was reading. 

Suddenly he partly dropped the paper as in the crowd he discovered thecanal-man, who had demanded their bond at Cape Vincent. For some reasonwhich George was unable to understand he did not advance to the boat, preferring to remain on the outskirts of the little assembly. The fact, however, that the man was there was in itself somewhat startling. 

Still pretending to be interested in his paper, George did his utmostto follow the actions of the man whom he had discovered, but not manyminutes had elapsed before he departed from the dock. 

When his friends returned the strange man had not come back. 

"Did anything happen?" inquired Fred eagerly as he stepped on board. 

"What did you think was going to happen?" answered George somewhatevasively. 

"I didn't think anything was, " laughed Fred. "Sam is the only one whois worried. "

"Well, he has some right to be worried, I guess, " said George slowly. 

"Why, what's wrong? What happened?" demanded Fred excitedly. 

"Are you ready to explain what you did with that bond that belongs tothe Go Ahead boys?" asked George slowly. 

"No, sir, I'm not. "

"Then you'll not be interested in the fact that the man who wanted itcame down here to the dock while you were gone. "

"He did? He did?" exclaimed Fred so eagerly that his friends alllaughed. "What did he want?"

"That, sir, I can't explain to you at this time, " answered George, striving to mimic the tones and manner of his friend. "It's difficultfor me to tell the whole story unless I know what you all have to say. "

"I have nothing to say, " retorted Fred. 

"Neither have I, " responded George glibly. 

Meanwhile Sam had cast off and with his boat-hook had pushed the BlackGrowler out into the stream. The graceful lines of the motor-boat weremore distinctly seen now and the enthusiasm of the spectators wassomewhat noisily expressed. 

At that moment, however, the Varmint II came sweeping in a greatsemi-circle toward the dock and the attention of the assembly wasquickly divided. 

The boys were able to overhear the comparisons which were made, some ofthem favorable to one boat and some to the other. 

The Go Ahead boys, however, were so deeply interested in the sight oftheir rival that they gave slight heed to the comments. They werekeenly watching the young men on board, but in a few minutes they werebeyond the sight of the dock and the Varmint II consequently no longercould be seen. 

"I tell you, Sam is right, " said George positively. "Those fellows onthat Varmint II are a hard crowd. If they have been betting as muchmoney as Sam says they have, it may be that there's some reason for hisbeing afraid that some accident may happen to the Black Growler. "

"It wouldn't do any harm to keep pretty close watch anyway, " suggestedGrant. "Whatever the weather is I think it will be better to run herinto the boat-house every night and put double locks on the doors. "

"We'll do more than that, " said Sam. "We'll have somebody on thelookout. I guess it wouldn't be very much of a job for you boys todivide the night up into watches. I'll stay on duty until eleven ortwelve o'clock and from then on until six wouldn't take more than anhour and a half from each of you. "

"We'll do that, " said Fred quickly. "That's a good suggestion, Sam. "

"But if we have the Black Growler fast inside the boat-house how canany one get at her?" inquired John. 

"My dear String, " said Grant solemnly, "I fear now that the remark ofthat wise Englishman was correct when he said that Nature never builtmen seven stories high without the top lofts being left empty. "

"I have heard you say that before, " retorted John, irritated by themanner more than by the words of his friend. 

"Well, all I can say is, " said Grant, "if you have any gray matter upthere where your brain ought to be located you had better begin prettysoon to make it work. If a man wanted to break into the boat-house hewouldn't have very much trouble in doing it, no matter how manypadlocks we put on the doors. "

"That's right, " spoke up George. "He could dive under the doors, orsmash in the window or cut out a glass and if there wasn't any one onguard he might never be detected. No, sir, we've got to establish aguard and the fellow who is on duty must keep up a regular patrol. Hemust keep walking around the dock all the time. "

"And there may be some other ways by which they will try to get at usbesides injuring our boat, " suggested Grant. 

"I don't see what, " spoke up John quickly. "It's the one boat they areafraid of and if they can only put the Black Growler out of businessthey won't have anything to fear, as far as the outcome of the race isconcerned. What could they do anyway?"

"Oh, I don't know, " said Grant. "I can think of a dozen tricks theymight play, any one of which might throw us out of the race. "

Grant's words proved to be more prophetic than he had dreamed. Thatvery afternoon after the boys had taken their daily run over a part ofthe triangular course where the great race was to be held, an eventoccurred which confirmed his statement and added strength to Sam'swarning. 

The Black Growler already had finished her course and under low speedwas moving with the current on her way back to the island where shebelonged. 

Suddenly and without any warning whistle, a swift little boat dashedout from behind one of the small islands which the Black Growlerchanced to be passing at the time and almost before the boys were awareof what was occurring there was a collision. 

"Look out! Look out there!" shouted Fred, who was steering, in hisloudest tones. At the same time he did his utmost to change the courseof the motor-boat. His words of warning, however, were either unheardor unheeded. There was a sharp collision, for the smaller boat wasmoving swiftly. This was followed by the sound of a grinding crash. Indismay the Go Ahead boys ran to the side of their boat and speedilydiscovered that the metal bow of the little boat before them had cut along gash which extended below the water's edge. Indeed, it was only byan effort that the other boat was freed. To all appearances she wasuninjured. On board were two men, plainly belonging to the region. 

"What's the matter with you?" called one of the men on the other boat. 

"What's the matter with YOU?" retorted Fred. "Why didn't you whistlebefore you turned the end of the island?"

"How were we to know anything was there if you didn't let us know? You, yourself, ought to have whistled. "

The damage to the Black Growler, however, was not to be explained awayby abuse or questions. Sam, already in the skiff, had brought italong-side and was inspecting the damage on the outside. As yet he hadnot made any suggestions and how serious the collision might prove tohave been was not yet known. 

Meanwhile the other boat hastily withdrew and when the Go Ahead boysagain looked up to discover where it was, not one of them was able tofind it. 

"That's a great note!" exclaimed George in disgust. "They not merelyram us, but they don't wait nor even offer to help us. "

"They didn't want to help, " grumbled Sam. "The sooner they could getaway from here, the better. "

"What do you mean?" said Grant, abruptly turning to face Sam as hespoke. 

"It seems to me, " spoke up John, "that Nature doesn't have to makeevery fellow seven stories high to leave his topknot vacant. Sam thinksthose fellows ran into us purposely. "

For a moment the Go Ahead boys stared blankly at one another. Thesuggestion of John in the light of what had occurred after the accidentmight be true. The men in the other boat were strangers to the boys, not one of whom had ever seen either of them before. 

The silent manner in which the sharp little boat had come around theisland also was suspicious. With redoubled anxiety the boys turned toSam to discover how serious was the damage which had been inflicted. 

"How do you find it, Sam?" called Fred anxiously. "Are we out of therace?"

Sam shook his head as if he either was unwilling or unable as yet toreply. 

Meanwhile the Black Growler had been drifting with the current, allpower instantly having been shut off. Slight effort was required tokeep her headed aright and Fred had remained at the wheel when Sam hadbegun his investigations. 

Conversation now ceased while all four boys anxiously awaited theresults of Sam's efforts to discover whether or not the Black Growlerhad suffered serious damage. 

CHAPTER XXIII

THE CALL IN THE NIGHT

The only announcement which Sam vouchsafed after he had completed hishasty inspection of the damage which had been done was, "I guess she'llstand it all right as far as Alexandria Bay. "

"Are you going to drift all the way, Sam?" inquired John. 

"Drift? No! I'm going ahead. Seems to me I've heard some boys talkabout 'goin' ahead, ' and now 's the time to find out whether they meanbusiness or not. "

Relieved by the manner of Sam, although he had not made any positivestatement, the four Go Ahead boys eagerly watched him as under slowheadway he carefully guided the swift little boat toward itsdestination. 

An hour afterward, they arrived at Alexandria Bay. There Sam insistedonce more upon the boys remaining on board while he sought the help hedesired in repairing the Black Growler. 

While the boys were awaiting his return, their conversation naturallyturned upon the mishap which had befallen them and their anxietyconcerning the outcome of the accident. 

"I'm telling you, " said John, "that I haven't seen but one fellow onthe Varmint II that was on board when I came up the Hudson with them. "

"What has become of the others?" inquired Fred. 

"I don't know. I haven't seen any of them. I remember that oneparticular fellow because he made me think when I saw him that thereweren't many things he would hesitate to do if he wanted to win prettybadly. "

"Do you really think, " inquired George, "that this 'accident' up herewas not an accident at all? Do you honestly believe that they ran intous on purpose?"

"I'm not charging nobody with nothin', as Sam says, " laughed John, "butit's strange that boat didn't give any warning. "

"They said that we didn't give any warning either, " spoke up Grant. "Perhaps we were as much to blame as they were. "

"Well, if that's the only thing that happens to us, " said Fred, "Ishan't complain, that is, if the Black Growler isn't put out of therace. "

"You'll have a good excuse, Peewee, " laughed George, "if you lose thecup. "

"How's that?" inquired Fred. 

"Why, you can charge it up to the collision. "

"I'm not going to charge it to anything but the boat, " retorted Fredsharply. "If the Black Growler doesn't win it isn't going to be thefault of any one but herself. There comes Sam with two men, " he added, as the boatman was seen approaching, accompanied by two mechanics. 

Another inspection of the damaged boat was made by the men whom Sam hadbrought, but their verdict coincided with his own. The Black Growlerwas marred, but no serious damage had been done. 

"You're sure there isn't any leak, are you?" inquired Fred anxiouslyafter the work was completed. 

"Not a leak, " laughed one of the men. 

"All the same, " spoke up Sam, "I'm going to leave the boat here andI'll be back for her to-night. Don't let any one come near her, andgive her a thorough overhauling. "

The men readily consented and soon departed, taking the Black Growleraround the point to the spot where their boathouse was located. 

The Go Ahead boys and Sam then took their places in the two skiffswhich the Black Growler had had in tow and in a brief time arrived atthe dock on the island owned by Mr. Button. 

Fred's grandfather chanced to be in the boat-house when they arrivedand in response to his inquiry concerning the motor-boat, Fred brieflyrelated the story of the accident. 

"Who was steering?" demanded Mr. Button sharply. "That's what comes ofletting a lot of boys run such a delicate piece of work as thatmotor-boat. I told your father, Fred, that he ought not to get you anysuch plaything as that. I'll warrant that you were steering and notpaying any attention. "

Fred laughed as he said, "The fact is, Grandfather, that I was on thelookout but the other boat never whistled nor gave us any sign of theircoming. "

"Did you let them know that you were coming?"

"Why, no, we didn't whistle. "

"Then I don't see that you have any one to blame but yourselves, " saidMr. Button tartly. "It's just as I said. "

"But we're not so sure that it was an accident, " persisted Fred. 

"No, " laughed Mr. Button. "I suppose you think that other boat washiding behind the rock ready to jump out at you the way a pickerelstarts for a minnow. "

"If that was the only thing, " explained Fred, "we might agree with you. But the trouble is that we're afraid somebody wants to injure the BlackGrowler. "

"Why?" demanded Mr. Button, turning abruptly upon the boys as he spoke. 

"To put her out of the race. "

For a moment Mr. Button stared blankly at his grandson and then saidquietly, "Don't you believe it. We don't have that kind of peoplearound here. I shall have to write your father that you were to blame. "

"And I'll write him and tell him all about it, " said Fred angrily. 

"See that you do. See that you do, " said his grandfather as he turnedto the house and left the boys standing on the dock. 

"All the same, " spoke up George, "I'm sure that that collision wasn'tany accident. What do you think, Grant?"

"I confess I don't know, " replied Grant. "If it was the only thing thathad happened I might think it was an accident, but taken in connectionwith some other things we have found out, I'm almost afraid it wasn't. "

"Then the only thing for us to do, " said John, "is to keep watch. Samis going to bring the Black Growler back here to-night and some one ofus will have to be on guard all the time. "

"I have got that all fixed, " said Fred, taking a slip of paper from hispocket as he spoke; "I have divided the night into five watches. We'lllet Sam stay on guard until eleven o'clock. I'll take the watch fromeleven P. M. To twelve-thirty A. M. Grant can come on at twelve-thirtyand stay until two, then George will take his place and stay untilhalf-past three. John will be the last one and he can be the guard fromhalf-past three until five o 'clock. There won't be any need of any oneafter that because it will be light by that time. "

"That's all right, " spoke up George. "The only suggestion I have tomake is that we rotate the hours, if we keep this up many nights. "

"What do you mean?" inquired Fred. 

"Why the one that comes on at eleven o'clock one night comes on attwelve-thirty the next night. The one who comes on at twelve-thirtywill report at two and so on. We'll just keep pushing the schedule upevery night so we'll all be the same when we're done. "

"How shall we know when our turns come?" inquired John. 

"Every fellow is to call the one who is to take his place. "

"But suppose the villain comes between spells?"

"We'll have to take our chances on that, " said John. 

The proposed scheme was finally accepted. About six o'clock Samreturned with the Black Growler and when the plan was explained to himhe readily consented to accept the part which had been assigned to him. 

That night at eleven o 'clock he called Fred who was to have the firstwatch. After the first half-hour the young guard in the silence thatrested over the great river found the time dragging heavily. In orderto keep awake he walked about the dock, peering intently in everydirection. Not a sign of danger had been discovered, however, when athalf-past twelve he summoned Grant to take his place. 

Grant also was not molested and when he called George at two o'clock hesaid sleepily, "It all seems like fool business anyway, Pop. "

"You've been asleep, " retorted George. 

"I haven't closed my eyes, " retorted Grant sharply. "If you do as wellyou'll be lucky. "

A half-hour after George had entered upon his task he stopped andpeered through the window into the boathouse. The light of the moonmade many of the objects within clear and distinct. The Black Growlerwas lying peacefully in her slip. Apparently peril was nowherethreatening. 

Suddenly, as George glanced at the farther end of the platform besidethe slip, he stopped abruptly and stepped quickly back from the window. Approaching the place again, he cautiously peered within and his firstimpressions were confirmed. He was able to see distinctly the figure ofa man crouching in a corner of the room. 

Instantly George's heart was thumping wildly and he was tempted toshout to the intruder. Hastily banishing the impulse he watched theman. The dim outline of his figure was distinctly seen. Perhaps theintruder had been startled by the discovery of the face at the window. At all events he remained motionless and not a sound was heard save thelapping of the little waves against the dock. 

By this time George's fears had returned in full force. He decidedquickly to summon the Go Ahead boys and not attempt alone to drive awaythe intruder. That the man's purpose in coming was evil he had noquestion. What other explanation was to be had for the presence of astrange man in the boat-house at three o'clock in the morning?

Running silently and swiftly to the house, George speedily summoned hisfriends, who were wide awake as soon as the report of his discovery ofthe man in the boat-house was heard. 

"Shall I take a gun?" whispered Fred to his companion. 

"No, " said Grant sharply. "We don't want any gun. "

"Well, some of us ought to have clubs or something, " persisted Fred. 

"I don't think we shall want anything, " said Grant, "but if you'reafraid, bring along two or three bats. "

These weapons were secured and then silently the four Go Ahead boysdeparted from the house and stealthily approached the boat-house inwhich George had discovered the presence of the intruder. 

CHAPTER XXIV

THE MAN IN THE BOAT-HOUSE

When the Go Ahead boys drew near the dock they separated, George andGrant moving to one side of the boat-house while John and Fredapproached from the opposite side. There were two large doors in thefront of the boat-house, both of which now were closed. The upper partof each, however, was of glass and was so made that the boys were ableto stand on the dock and by leaning forward could peer into thebuilding. 

"He's there, " whispered George excitedly, after he had looked within. Quickly withdrawing, Grant took his place and silently peered into theslip. At the same time John and Fred were making their investigationson the opposite side of the slip, although Fred was having hisdifficulties because he was not tall enough to enable him to lookthrough the glass. 

The man whom George had discovered apparently had not moved from theplace in which he had first been seen. Perhaps he too was listening andwas fearful of an attack. 

Their excitement now greatly intensified, George beckoned for John andFred to come to the place where he and Grant were standing on the dock. 

"He's there, " whispered Fred. 

"I told you he was, " whispered George in reply. "Now the question ishow shall we get him?"

"How did he get in?" inquired Grant. 

"I don't know, " replied George, shaking his head. "There isn't anywindow open and the doors are locked. "

"He must have dived under the door and come up that way, " suggestedJohn. 

"This isn't any time to be discussing how he got there, " remarkedGeorge. "The thing for us to do is to find out how we are going to gethim out or get him. Let's go around to the window on the river side. "

In response to the suggestion the boys stealthily crept along the dockand then one after another cautiously peered through the window. Notone of them stood in full view of the man within, for they were awareof the peril that might follow such an action. 

"He's still there, " whispered Fred, "and I don't believe he has movedonce since we came back. "

"He's scared, " suggested John. "He doesn't know which way to turn. "

The suggestion that the intruder might be alarmed was new to the GoAhead boys and did much to revive their courage. 

John and George each had secured a bat when they had left the house. And now they were prepared to defend the motor-boat and themselves alsoif the need arose. 

"Knock on the window, " suggested Grant. "Let the fellow know we'rehere. "

"He may get away, " warned George, who still was the most excited of all. 

"If he tries to, we'll get him then anyway, " said Grant. "Go around andlook on the other side of the boat-house, " he directed Fred and John. "We'll wait here. I'll rap on the window and we'll see what he does. "

Grant waited until sufficient time had elapsed to enable his friends totake their position in front of the entrance on the opposite side andthen rapped lightly upon the window. No response was made to hissummons. 

"He couldn't hear you, " whispered George. "You'll have to make morenoise than that. "

Again Grant rapped upon the glass, pounding on the window sash also inhis efforts to arouse the attention of the man within. 

All four boys now were keenly excited and all were eager to discoverwhat the intruder would do, now that his presence had been discovered. 

To their surprise the man did not respond to the summons. Even hisposition was unchanged and in the dim light the boys were unable todecide whether or not he had even glanced in the direction from whichthe hail had come. 

"There's only one thing we can do, " said George. 

"What's that?" demanded Grant. 

"Go around to the other side and tell Fred we've got to have the doorunlocked. Then we'll make a rush on the fellow before he knows that weare after him. "

The suggestion was quickly followed and soon the four boys werestanding together in front of the side-door which opened upon the dock. 

"Now, then, " said Fred, who insisted upon retaining his key, "when Iunlock the door all four of us must make a rush together. "

"That's right, " whispered George as he grasped more tightly the batwhich he was holding in his hand. 

"Let String and George go ahead. They are the best armed, " said Grant. 

For some reason Grant was less excited than his companions, a factwhich escaped the attention of the boys at that time. 

"All ready!" whispered Fred. Quickly turning the key he opened the doorand together the four boys darted into the boat-house. 

Although the moon was shining, the interior of the room was somewhatdarker than it had been on the dock. The boys, however, were able tosee clearly the man who was still standing near the Black Growler. Noteven when they rushed upon him did he turn his face toward them. 

In their eagerness to secure him all four did their utmost to leap uponhim at the same time. 

A most amazing result, however, followed their desperate attempt. Despite his efforts to save himself, Fred, who pluckily was in advance, was pushed over the edge of the slip and with a loud splash fell intothe river. Before he could check himself John followed his example. Ayell came from Fred when he arose to the surface because at that momentthe intruder, whom they had discovered in the boat-house, also followedthe example set by the boys. 

Meanwhile George and Grant had broken into loud laughter. George wasbowed and slapping his sides as he moved about the room. Grant waslaughing almost as loudly as his companion, although he did not movefrom the place where he was standing. 

"Give us a hand, " called Fred. "I can't see the ladder. "

"It's right in front of you, " suggested George, advancing to the edgeand looking down into the water which was only about four feet belowhim. "There it is. Follow the sound of my voice. "

"I don't see what there is so funny about all this, " sputtered Fred ashe climbed to the floor. 

"Funny!" exclaimed Grant. "It beats anything I ever experienced. "

"What's the trouble?" demanded John, who now also had climbed out ofthe water. His elongated form only partly clothed, his garmentsdripping and clinging to his slim body, increased the weirdness of hisappearance. 

"I think the joke's on George more than even it is on Peewee andString, " laughed Grant. 

At this moment Sam, who had been asleep in his room appeared, rubbinghis eyes and gazing in surprise at the boys. "What's wrong?" hedemanded gruffly. 

"Nothing, " said George, beginning to laugh again. 

"It seems to me you make lots of fuss when nothin' is the matter. Whatare you all down here for anyway?"

"Why, George got us down here to help him get a man who was in theboat-house. "

"Huh, what's that you say?"

"Why, George discovered somebody in the boat-house and he routed us allout to help him get him. "

"Did you get him?" inquired Sam. 

"We got all there was to get, " laughed Grant. 

"What do you mean?" demanded Sam, looking around the room and for thefirst time suspecting what had taken place. 

"Why, we mean that you had that wax figure of yours down here and weall thought it was a man. "

"I don't blame you, " said Sam solemnly. "That's one of the best waxdummies I ever made. "

"But why did you leave it where you did?" inquired George. 

"Why, I figured it out this way, " said Sam slowly. "If a scarecrow willkeep crows out of a cornfield, why couldn't I rig up something to scareoff anybody that wanted to damage the Black Growler?"

"That's good sense, " said Grant soberly. 

"Of course it is sense, " declared Sam. "I put the dummy down there sothat if anybody looked into the boat-house he would see it and he wouldthink somebody was on guard. "

"That's right, " said Fred. "We had two dummies on guard to-night. Oneinside the boat-house and one outside. "

"That may be all true, " spoke up George, "but there was only one ofthem that followed you into the river. "

"You would feel better if you had, " declared Fred. "Now, then, I don'tsee that there's anything more for us to do except to go back to bed. "

"But where's my dummy?" demanded Sam. 

"That's right, " said Fred. "We never fished it out of the river. Iguess you'll find it all right, Sam, somewhere in the slip. "

In a brief time Sam's possession was rescued from its place of peril, but the boatman's lamentations were the last words the boys heard whenthey departed. 

"Color's all washed out. It doesn't look more than half human, " Sam wasdeclaring as he stood in the moonlight examining the dummy which he hadfashioned after his arrival at the boat-house. "Sam has an extraassortment of legs and arms in his room, " exclaimed Grant, as the boysentered the house. "He seems possessed to have them around him. "

"Perhaps they will come in handy some day, " laughed George. 

"I don't know how. "

On the following morning, however, when the Black Growler was withdrawnfrom the slip and once more was sent over a part of the course therewas a goodly supply of Sam's legs and arms on board. Just why he hadinsisted upon taking them, he did not explain. So human were the piecesin their appearance that a stranger might have been startled when hefirst saw the heap. 

As usual the Varmint II was speedily trailing the Black Growler. Indeedit was not long before the two boats were moving side by side, only afew feet intervening. 

The Go Ahead boys had been singing a song which has long been famous onthe St. Lawrence, "Saw my leg off, Saw my leg off, Saw my leg off, Short!"

"That's what you'll have to do, " called one of the men on board theVarmint II, "to lighten your load the day of the race. "

"We won't wait until then, " called back George. "We'll see if we can'tlighten up a bit right now. "

As soon as he had spoken, taking one of the artificial legs from thepile he flung it far behind the swiftly moving motor-boat. 

Instantly the men on the Varmint II rushed to the stern of their boatand in astonishment were all looking at the leg which now could be seenfloating on the surface of the river. 

CHAPTER XXV

THE OWNER OF THE BOND

A loud laugh arose from the people on board the Varmint II when thefloating leg was more clearly seen. 

Indeed the last sound that came to the ears of the Go Ahead boys fromtheir rivals when the boat no longer was seen was a mocking echo oftheir song, "Saw my leg off-- Short!"

A half-hour afterward the Go Ahead boys stopped at one of the largestislands and all four went ashore. 

On their return to the dock they were followed by a very persistentArmenian who apparently was unshaken in his determination to sellcertain articles he was peddling. 

"I tell you, " said Fred sharply, turning upon the dark-complexionedman, "we don't want any of your rugs or table cloths. "

"Yees, kind sir, but just see these mooch fine han'ki'chiefs. "

"But we don't want any, " said Fred. 

"But, my gud sir, they are ver' cheep. "

By this time the boys had arrived at the landing and still thepersistent peddler gave them no rest. He was calling his wares andinsisting upon an inspection of them, ignoring the protests of the boys. 

Finally in despair Fred reached beneath the seat and drew forth one ofSam's artificial legs. He waved it before the startled Armenian whogazed at it a moment in manifest fear and then uttering a loud screamran back to his basket. 

A laugh arose from the assembly on the dock who had been watching theexperiences of the boys. The Armenian, however, did not delay and whenthe Black Growler departed, the boys were able to see the disappearingfigure of their tormentor walking rapidly up the hill. 

There he turned and looked back at the dock, but although the boat haddeparted, apparently his fears were only slightly relieved, for he soondisappeared. 

"That's the best thing we've found in a long while, " laughed George. "The way for us to get rid of all peddlers is to shake an arm or wave aleg at them. "

"We may have to try again before long, " suggested Fred. "This is thetime when most of the peddlers come here. "

Meanwhile the Black Growler was moving swiftly down the river. The talkof the excited boys soon turned toward the prospect of the race andsomehow it was manifest that a measure of confidence had returned toFred. So much had been said of late concerning the prowess of theVarmint II by the boys who delighted in teasing their friend, that Fredhad arrived at a stage of mind when it was difficult for him todistinguish between the words that were spoken in bantering and inearnest. 

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do, " said George as the swift littleboat came within sight of Alexandria Bay. 

"What are you going to do?" inquired John. 

"I'm going to take my right arm out of my coat and tie it behind me. Then I'm going to put one of Sam's artificial arms in the sleeve andfind somebody to shake hands with me. He'll shake so hard that I'm halfafraid my arm will come off. "

"That's all right, " laughed his companions as they assisted George tocarry out his plan. 

When the motor-boat stopped at the dock the artificial arm had beenplaced in the coat sleeve and George was assisted to the dock. 

There George discovered one of the men who had helped in repairing theBlack Growler. 

"Hello!" called the mechanic, discovering the boys and at onceapproaching. 

"Hello, to you!" called back George. "It's been a long time since Ihave seen you. I shan't forget you for I have three or four goodreasons. "

"I hope you won't, " laughed the mechanic, "but I should like to knowwhat your reasons are. "

"One reason, " said George seriously, "was that you never shook handswith me in the morning when you came to work. "

"I didn't know you wanted me to, " said the man. "I'll make up for losttime now. " As he spoke he grasped the hand which extended from George'sright sleeve and as George at that same moment turned quickly away, theastonished handshaker stood holding in his grasp an arm which hadapparently come from the sleeve of the boy. 

"That's right, " said George soberly, pretending to be much grieved. "That's right. First you don't shake hands and then you shake hands sohard that you take my arm right off. "

The sight had quickly drawn many of the people who were loitering aboutthe dock and for a moment they were startled to see what had beenapparently a serious accident. 

"It's nothing, " said George, turning to the assembly. "This man shookhands with me and the first thing I know he had shaken my arm off. He'swelcome to it, however, and I hope it will do him some good. "

The crowd was laughing noisily by this time and when George turned backto resume his place on board the motor-boat, the mechanic was thecenter of an observing throng which was inspecting the arm that hestill was holding. 

Upon the return of the boys to the island, they discovered that Fred'sgrandfather was seated upon the piazza conversing with a man whose formimpressed the Go Ahead boys as being familiar. 

When they drew near the house John exclaimed in a low voice, "That'sour friend that we saw on the canal-boat. "

His startled companions again glanced hastily at the man and Grantsaid, "You're right for once in your life, String. That's just who itis. "

"What is he doing here?" demanded John. 

"I can't tell you, " said Fred. 

"Was he expected this morning?"

"Not to my knowledge. "

When the boys went up the steps, however, Mr. Button summoned all fourto come to the place where he was seated. 

Somewhat startled by the invitation the boys approached, all glancingin some confusion at the man seated near Mr. Button. He was dressed ina different suit now and many of his ways and manners had been changedfor the better. He was now at his ease and the twinkle that appeared inhis eyes was far different from the expression which the boys had seenthere in their earlier experiences with the man. 

"You appear to be acquainted with this man, " suggested Mr. Button dryly. 

"We have seen him before, " said George. 

"And not exactly where you wanted to see him, I fancy, " laughed Mr. Button. "Do you know who he is?"

"No, sir, " said George quickly, "and we don't know what he is either. "

"Well, this is Mr. Brown from Syracuse, " explained Mr. Button. "A gangof bank robbers got into one of the vaults there some time ago and gotaway with a large number of bonds. Mr. Brown was detailed to find andcatch the thieves if possible. "

As Mr. Button ceased speaking the interest and excitement of the boysat once increased. 

They looked eagerly at one another and at Mr. Brown, who now assumed animportance in their eyes, which before he had not had, even when theybelieved him to be a false claimant to the bond which they had found onboard the Black Growler. 

"Are you a detective?" inquired John, turning to Mr. Brown as he spoke. 

"I don't speak of myself in that way, " replied Mr. Brown, "and yet--"

"That's what he is, " interrupted Mr. Button "He already has run downand found most of the bonds. "

"How did that one come to be on our boat?" inquired Grant. 

"Why, I had it in my pocket, " laughed Mr. Brown, "and I put it underthe cushion for safe keeping. You see, I joined that crowd and theythought I was one of the canal-men. I was with them for ten days atleast and finally I found out what I wanted to know. "

"Were they the bank thieves?" asked George eagerly. 

"Some of them, " replied Mr. Brown. "They were strangely mixed up. Infact that is one of the tricks they have, I am told. When a bank isbroken into if the men are successful they scatter so that no two arein the same locality. It took me a long time to get in with these menbut I finally succeeded. Indeed the care of some of the stolen bondswas left to me. They were not very easily converted into cash by any ofthem and as they all believed I was really a yeggman they finally letme into their secrets. "

"Where are they now?" asked Fred. 

"Some of them are missing but two have been taken into custody. I haveforwarded the bond, which you boys unconsciously were carrying on theBlack Growler, to the bank to be restored to its proper owners. "

After the boys went to their rooms they were still discussing the storyof the lost bond. 

The fact that one of the gang, which had forced its way on board theboat while they were passing through the Erie Canal, had turned out tobe a detective, was sufficient to arouse the keenest interest among theGo Ahead boys. Indeed, in the afternoon they insisted upon Mr. Brownaccompanying them once more while they made another test of the racingmotor-boat on the course. 

Mr. Brown, upon the insistence of the Go Ahead boys, related many ofthe stirring experiences which he had had as a detective and when hedeparted, after they had returned to the island, they were alldelighted with the changed man. How he had been able to pass himselfamong the professional bank thieves as one of their number was anincreasing marvel to all four. 

It was still agreed that the boat-house must be guarded every night. The various watches were continued, for the fear of the boys that someevil might befall their boat was still with them. 

Mr. Button laughed good-naturedly at their precautions, declaring thata thief was almost unknown in the entire region. However, he offered noobjections and the boys arranged their vigils as on the precedingnights. 

No evil had befallen the racing motor-boat, however when morning came. 

The race now was only two days distant. Only one night thereforeintervened and the irksome task of guarding the boat-house would onlyhave to be performed once more. The vigil of the Go Ahead boys, however, was not rewarded by detecting the presence of any one withplots against the Black Growler. 

The day of the race dawned clear and fair. The excitement among theboys had now become intense. Everything had been done for the swiftlittle racer that had been in the power of the boys. 

Her sides were glistening and her machinery oiled and polished and whenat last she was declared by Sam to be ready for the supreme trial, allthe Go Ahead boys were agreed that never before had their boat beenmore capable of making her highest speed than at the present time. 

CHAPTER XXVI

CONCLUSION

When the Black Growler slowly moved forward to take her position in theline, the excited boys were aware that the shores of the nearby islandswere filled with interested spectators. Outside the limits of the racethere were scores of yachts and motor-boats, whose owners with theirguests had assembled to watch the exciting contest. Patrol boats werenoisily demanding that the line should be kept clear and were busilyspeeding back and forth to see that their demands were strictlyenforced. 

Before the boys had left Chestnut Island, Miss Susie Stevens and herfriend had arrived, the impulsive girl begging that she might bepermitted to be one of the company on board the Black Growler duringthe race. 

Her request, however, was denied. Only the four Go Ahead boys and Samwere to be on board to manage the swift little craft. 

When the boys advanced toward the starting place, they discovered, after lots had been drawn for positions, that they were next to theVarmint II, the latter boat having drawn number four, while its chiefrival was fifth in the line. 

"Those fellows aren't so bad, after all, " said George good-naturedly tohis companions when he saw the five men that were on board the rivalboat. "There we were suspecting them of all sorts of tricks and yetnothing happened to the Black Growler. We had our troubles for ourpains. "

"Huh!" interrupted Sam. "You aren't out of the woods yet. There's noknowing what may happen before we turn the last stake. "

"Sam, " demanded Fred anxiously, "have you any reason to suspectanything more?"

"Nothin' except that I know those fellows will not stop at anything towin the race. They have a lot of money bet and they aren't goin' tolose it if they can help it. "

"Well, I shan't have any sympathy for them if they do lose theirmoney, " spoke up Grant, "at least if they lose it by betting on theirboat. I don't believe in that thing myself. I don't want any money thatI haven't honestly earned. "

"That's all right to talk, " laughed John. 

"It's all right to DO, too, " asserted Grant positively. "I don'tbelieve there's anything that takes away the best part of a man assurely as gambling. The gambler has no sympathy for any one, his heartis dried up and to my mind he is about the worst specimen you can findanywhere. "

At that moment the conversation was interrupted by the firing of thefirst gun. This was the signal for all the boats to prepare themselvesfor the coming struggle. Several minutes would elapse before the racebegan and the report was for the warning of the contestants. 

The boys now were clad in bathing suits although every one wore asweater in addition. They were confident that they would speedily bedrenched and they were prepared for emergencies. If any accident befellthe boat and they were compelled to swim, they would not be hampered byheavy clothing. 

It had been agreed that there should not be a flying start. Every boatwas to rest on the line and turn on its power after the second signalwas given. 

As Fred, who was at the wheel glanced along the line of the contestantshe counted ten other boats that had entered the race. The only one ofthe number, however, which he feared was the graceful littlemotor-boat, only a few yards distant from the place where the BlackGrowler was resting. 

There was no conversation on the boat. The faces of all the Go Aheadboys were tense and drawn and apparently all were unaware of the noiseand the presence of the hundreds of interested spectators. 

Sam, though he was silent, was not idle. Every minute he was eitherlooking into the machinery or rubbing it with the cloth which hecontinually held. 

"It's time for that gun, " said Fred in a low voice. 

Every one was watching the face of the little clock on board and as theseconds slowly passed, the boys did not even glance at one another. 

In spite of the fact that everything had been done in their power toprepare the Black Growler for the race, the boys were fearful thatsomething had been omitted or overlooked in their preparations. 

A silence so tense that it was almost possible to feel it had settledover the region. Even the judges seemed to share in the excitement ofthe spectators. 

The long stillness was broken by the report of the gun. 

Instantly every one of the boats on the line started forward. 

The Varmint II, and the Black Growler, as we know, were close togetherand it was speedily evident that the expectations of the assembly werethat the former was to be the winner of the race. 

"What's the trouble? What's the matter?" demanded George excitedly asthe Varmint II was seen to be creeping steadily ahead of its rival. 

"Never you mind, " said Sam brusquely. "We aren't goin' to be left inthis race. If everything keeps up as it ought to and nothin' breaksdown, we'll be in ahead at the finish. "

The race was far different from that in which the boys had engaged intheir track meets. In those contests endurance and a reserve ofstrength were elements that counted almost as much for success as speed. 

In the present race, however, there was no fear of exhaustion and ifthe Black Growler only held to her course, the Go Ahead boys weresatisfied that they had little to fear. 

When the Varmint II had gained a lead of about ten feet the distancebetween the two boats remained stationary. Both now were movingswiftly, the stern of each boat had settled low in the water and thespray from the bow speedily drenched every one on board. All, however, were unmindful of any thought of discomfort. Their eyes occasionallywere turned toward their rival, but in the main all were lookingstraight ahead. The sound of the whistles of the yachts, many of whichnow were slowly moving in a line parallel to that which the racers werefollowing, apparently indicated the delight of many that the Varmint IIwas leading. Already it was manifest that the other contesting boatshad dropped back, as had been expected. The real race was between thetwo rivals who now were ahead. 

The first lap had been covered and the boats had made the first stake. Here the skill of Sam manifested itself by the sharp turn which he toldFred to make. The lead of ten feet had been decreased by at least ayard. The relative positions of the two boats were maintained whilethey both sped swiftly toward the next turn. 

Taught by their rivals of the advantage a quick turn might bring, theVarmint II here was sharply brought in and a shout of protest arosefrom the Go Ahead boys when for a moment a collision appeared to beunavoidable. The Black Growler yielded a little in her course, however, and the danger was avoided, although the Varmint II by her trickregained the yard which she had lost at the previous stake. 

The boats now were speeding back toward the starting place. The entirecourse covered eighteen and three-eighths miles and each boat wassupposed to cover the course three times. 

When the racing motor-boats drew near the start a chorus of whistlesand cries were mingled in the salute which greeted them both. 

The sounds to the Go Ahead boys seemed indistinct and far away. Theywere all intent solely upon what the Varmint II might try to do whenthe stake was turned. 

This time, however, each boat held to its course and the danger of acollision was avoided. Sharply and swiftly both boats made the turn andthen, with the Varmint II still leading by nearly ten feet, the secondcourse was begun. 

Sam had taken his position directly behind Fred. He seldom spoke to theexcited boy, who was handling the wheel with marvelous skill. 

"We can turn on more power, " suggested Fred. 

"We don't want any more now, " replied Sam. "Just hold her as she is. "

The wind was slightly stronger than it had been a few minutes beforeand the spray dashed more frequently over the crews of both boats. Somehow the two racing motor-boats had now drawn in so that they werenearer each other by at least two yards than they had been at the start. 

When still holding the same relative position the two swiftly movingboats passed the Caledonia on which Fred's grandfather was the guest ofthe Stevens', there were several prolonged blasts of the whistle andnumerous loud calls from Mr. Button as well as from Miss Susie for theBlack Growler to overtake her rival. The sounds, however, were all lostupon the Go Ahead boys whose attention now was centered upon the boatimmediately in front of them. 

Sam was complacent and apparently confident, but his feelings were notshared by his young friends. To them it seemed as if their efforts tocut down the distance by which the Varmint II was leading were vain. The speed of the two boats apparently was equal. The bows alike flungthe water far from either side while the stern of each boat appeared tobe almost buried in the midst of the seething, boiling, rushing water. 

Far behind them in a long line stretched out the other contestants. There was slight interest in the race now except between the twoleading boats, one or the other of which seemed to be certain of theprize. 

Apparently the narrow escape from an accident when the turn had beenmade in the preceding lap had made the crew of each boat more cautious. At all events neither tried to cut in very far upon the other and evenon the home stretch in the second lap neither had gained any advantageupon the other. 

"It looks as if it was all up, " exclaimed George dolefully. 

"Never you mind, " said Sam. "If we can hold them where they are I thinkwe can do a little better on the home stretch than they can. "

"But they may be planning the same thing, " protested Fred. 

"You just give your attention to your wheel, " said Sam. "I guess if youattend to your share, the rest of us will try to look after ours. "

On the third and last part of the course even the shrill whistles ofthe yachts and the cries and cheers that greeted the ears of the GoAhead boys appeared to take on a sharper edge. The face of every boywas set and drawn. That silver cup in the eyes of all four now appearedto be the most valuable prize that life could offer. 

Steadily and swiftly the two boats rounded the first point and then Samonce more began to work. Just what he was doing was not apparent to hiscompanions, but after a few minutes George exclaimed excitedly, "We'regaining on them! We're gaining as sure as you live!"

In a brief time the announcement of the excited boy was manifestly seento be correct. Slowly and yet steadily the lead of the Varmint II wascut down. Less than six feet now intervened between the two boats. 

The supreme moment apparently arrived when the last turn was made. Before them was the home stretch. The last leg of the course was now tobe run and here the Black Growler must win if she was to win at all. 

As the boat rounded the stake a shout of anger arose from all on boardthe Black Growler when it was seen that their rival again was trying tocut in upon the course. 

"She wants to box us, " muttered Sam. "She thinks if she can get rightin front of us that we'll have to take her breakers and that we'll notbe able to make up any of the distance. "

Rising to his feet Sam seized the megaphone and called in his loudesttones, "Don't you try that! We shall ram you if you do. Keep to yourown course and we'll keep to ours. "

Whether it was Sam's demand or not will never be known, but the courseof the Varmint II veered slightly and almost before the boys were awareof the change which had occurred they were side by side with theirrival. 

As the two boats drew near the finish the excitement on board eachapparently was shared by the spectators. The calls and screams andcries redoubled, while the blasts of the whistles were added to thedeafening noise. Swiftly and steadily and yet side by side the boatsswept forward. To the anxious boys it did not appear that there was anydistance between them. Do what they might the Go Ahead boys were unableto increase the speed of their racing motor-boat, which now seemed tobe almost below the surface so low was it lying in the water. 

The Caledonia meanwhile had moved closer to the line and the excitementon her deck was keener than that on any other boat in the assembly. IfFred's attention had not been so strongly centered upon his task hemight have seen his grandfather running back and forth near the rail, his hat in one hand and his cane held midway in the other, shouting inhis loudest tones to his grandson to "put on more power and win thatrace. "

Miss Susie already had lost much of her ability to shout. Her voicerose scarcely above a whisper. 

Of all these things, however, the Go Ahead boys were ignorant when thetwo boats swept across the line. 

Even those who were on board were not able to say positively which hadwon the cup. 

"That is the worst finish I have ever seen in a race, " said Fred to hisfriends when the Black Growler in a wide semi-circle turned from thecourse. 

"I think it will be for the judges to say anyway, " said George as hewrung the water out of his dripping sweater. 

"I fancy they will be the ones who will pick the winner, " laughedGrant. "I hope they'll not call it a draw and that we shall have to tryit all over again. "

"I shan't mind very much if they do, " said John. 

"There's a call from the judges!" interrupted Fred, who had seldomlooked away from the judges' boat, which now they were againapproaching. 

Suddenly a great hush fell over the assembly. Every one anxiouslylooked toward the boat of the judges, striving to hear the announcementwhich was about to be made through the megaphone. 

"Hold me!" said Fred. "If the Varmint II wins I think I shall needsomebody to brace me up. "

At that moment, however, the voice of the judge was heard and when heannounced that by a margin of only six inches the Black Growler had wonthe cup, a shout went up from the crew of the little racing motor-boatthat was heard above the din that followed the award. 

"That's worth while, Peewee!" declared George as he pounded hisdiminutive friend upon his back. 

"That's what it is!" joined in the other boys. 

Meanwhile the victorious motor-boat had drawn alongside the Caledoniaand as Fred looked up to the enthusiastic people on the deck the onlyvoice to which he was listening was that of his grandfather. 

"That was fine, young man!" shouted the old gentleman. "If you hadn'twon that race I think I should have cut you off in my will. I have gota reward here for Sam, too, and you tell him not to leave before he hasseen me. "

Sam who also had heard the statement made no response until Fredeagerly turned to him and said, "You'll not leave, will you, Sam, without seeing my grandfather?"

Sam smiled as he replied, "Probably not. I don't intend to leave thisboat anyway. She won out by six inches in this race but I'm tellin' youthis isn't the only race she'll have, and when she is racing I don'tintend to be very far away. "

Other books in the series:

 1. THE GO AHEAD BOYS ON SMUGGLERS' ISLAND 2. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE TREASURE CAVE 3. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE MYSTERIOUS OLD HOUSE 4. THE GO AHEAD BOYS IN THE ISLAND CAMP 5. THE GO AHEAD BOYS AND THE RACING MOTOR BOAT