y recovered from his experience and was more than
positive that he had not been seasick. His strong words greatly
delighted his friends, who aware now that he was sensitive concerning
the matter, lost no opportunity to describe his sufferings which began
soon after they set sail from Oswego.

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

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

The club-house was located on an island at the entrance of a
marvelously beautiful harbor. Three miles inland and about an equal
number in length the waters appeared like a great bowl. High wooded
shores were seen on one shore and on another a row of attractive
cottages behind which the road was visible winding in and out in the
direction of Sacket's Harbor.

Soon after breakfast, when Fred declared that it was time for the Go
Ahead boys to start; Mr. Stevens said, "I think you young gentlemen
will do well to take Sam Hodge along with you. He's an excellent
mechanic 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 seasick
yesterday. I have told you so ten times."

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

Fred's face flushed an angry red, for Miss Susie Stevens and other
members of the club were standing on the dock when the conversation
occurred. Her black eyes twinkled with mischief and it was manifest
that she was enjoying the visit of the boys.

"I think," said Grant positively, "that we had better