proaching boat was a yacht
as Grant had suggested. Her graceful outlines now could be plainly seen
and she was swiftly approaching.

"I'm wondering," suggested George thoughtfully, "if we are tossing
around on the water the way she is. Just look at her," he added
excitedly as the yacht in the distance pitched visibly in the rough
water.

"Of course we are," said John, "only worse. A little boat like the
Black 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 craft
was roughly tossed by the passing waves. Fred twice had rolled from his
position on the cushions and fallen upon the floor. The assistance of
his friends had been required to restore him to his former position.
His ghastly appearance by this time had aroused the sympathies of his
companions and besides they were all three anxious for the safety of
the boat as well as of themselves.

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

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

His companions did not reply for a brief time and then Grant said
quietly, "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 answers
our hail, or he may pick us up and claim salvage."

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

Two of the boys were still waving and shaking the sheets as their
signals of distress. It was evident, however, that they had been seen
by the crew of the Caledonia and that the big black yacht was directly
bearing down upon them.

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

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