id Jerry, and then he added, with much
spirit: "How I would like to sail on one of the yachts and help win."

"So would I," rejoined Harry. "It would be great sport, not to say
anything of the honor."

When the chums arrived at the boat-landing they found Blumpo and the
others waiting for them. A camp fire was burning a short distance away
from the log house, and over this the birds were done to a turn by the
youth, while the others prepared some potatoes and coffee brought from the
yacht.

Blumpo's father considered it a great holiday to have his son with him for
the time being. He asked Blumpo how he was getting along with his studies,
and was pleased to learn that the youth was making fairly good progress.

After dinner it was decided to sail around to the lower end of the island
and try bass fishing, for which the lake was famous.

"And then we'll come back here and stay all night," said Jerry to the old
man.

The lines were soon cast off and the main-sail and jib set, and as soon as
they caught the breeze they swung around and down the lake at a speed of
several knots an hour.

"Somebody else out besides ourselves," observed Jack Broxton, as he
pointed to half a dozen sail-boats cruising around. "This year everybody
has the yachting craze."

"It's great sport," returned Harry. "By the way," he went on, pointing to
a large yacht coming up the lake on a long tack. "What boat is that?"

"She is called the Arrow, I don't know who owns her," was the old
boatkeeper's reply.

"She is coming over this way. Let us stand out a little and see who is on
board."

"Just as you say, sir."

"Yes; I'm curious about that yacht, too," put in Jerry.

The course of the Whistler was altered several points, and they left the
vicinity of the island shore. As they drew closer to the big yacht Jerry
uttered a cry of astonishment.

"By Jinks! It can't be possible!"

"What's up?" asked Harry, coming to his side.

"There are Si Peters and Wash Crosby on the deck of that yacht. I can see
them as plain as day."

"Our old enemies!" murmured Harry.

"Da didn't lose no time in gittin' togedder after da got out of de
'formatory, did da," laughed Blumpo. "Da say de bad ones allers do stick
like glue."

"Oh, maybe they'll be first-class chaps now," said Jerry, who was willing
to let the past be forgotten.

"Don't you be too sure on that p'int, lads," put in Jack Broxton. "It's
mighty hard to make anything out of a bad egg, a