ver Tip?" asked Rob, somewhat interested in his
breezy new acquaintance.

"Silver Tip is a grizzly," explained Harry, "a grizzly bear you know.
Dad says he's the biggest he's ever seen and he seems to bear--excuse
the pun, please--he seems to bear a charmed life. All the boys on the
ranch are crazy to get a shot at him, but they've never been able to."

"Say, that sounds bully," agreed Rob, "I wish I could get out West for
a while."

"It's a great country," said Harry sagely, as they entered the wireless
room, where Hiram was already bending over the instrument sending out a
message for aid, while the blue spark leaped and crackled across its
gap. The others gazed on admiringly as Hiram, having completed his
message, adjusted the detector on his head and awaited an answer.

It soon came. Tugs would be dispatched as soon as the fog lifted, the
operator at Fire Island announced.

"That's a weight off my mind," breathed the captain, while Harry
hastily confided to his father that the lads who had boarded the vessel
out of the mist were Boy Scouts.

"The fog is lifting," announced Rob, as they streamed out of the
wireless room.

"Yes, the wind has shifted," remarked Captain Hudgins. "I guess it was
that sou'west breeze that brought the mist. She's hauled ter the
nor'west now, and in an hour's time it will be clear."

"I wonder if you boys can put us ashore," said Mr. Harkness, as the
group walked aft to the captain's cabin; "I would be very grateful if
you could. It seems that it will be some time before the steamer is
cleared, and I am anxious to make a train for the West."

The boys agreed to land the ranchman and his son as soon as the fog
cleared off, which, as the captain had prophesied, it did in about an
hour's time. The boys had spent the interim in exploring the ship and
listening to Harry Harkness' tales of the ranch and the marvelous
exploits of Silver Tip, the huge grizzly, who derived his name, it
appeared, from a spot of white fur on his breast. In fact, so fast did
they get on, that by the time Harry and his father were called by
Captain Hudgins to embark in the Flying Fish, the boys had become fast
friends.

The run to the shore was made quickly and by landing the two travelers
at a point above Hampton they were enabled to make a train that would
land them in the city in time for dinner. Mr. Harkness whiled away the
trip by plying the boys with all sorts of questions about the Boy
Scouts