lding off, came down in a drenching shower.

"Get out the mackintoshes!" cried Roy, for those garments had been
brought with them at the suggestion of Old Tin-Back.

Protected now against the downpour, and in calmer waters, the young
people were themselves once more. The jib gave way enough to the craft
for Allen to head it toward a little dock which seemed to be the landing
place of the neighborhood fishermen.

"What are you going to do?" asked Will. "Stay here until the storm is
over?"

"Might as well," Allen answered. "And yet--hello! What's that?" he
interrupted himself suddenly, pointing out to the bay.

"A motor boat broken loose from its mooring," answered Roy.

"And if it isn't the _Pocohontas_ I miss my guess!" added Amy's brother.

"That's right!" declared Allen. "John's repair shop is in this cove. He
must have anchored her out, and the storm tore her loose. He evidently
doesn't know it."

"Well, we know it!" cried Will, "and she'll be on those rocks in a few
minutes more. See! She's drifting right toward them!"

It needed but a glance to disclose this. The drifting motor boat, under
the influence of wind and waves, was heading straight toward some
half-submerged but sharp rocks that were a danger-point in the little
cove.

"What's to be done?" demanded Roy.

"You must save your boat, that's certain!" put in Betty, thus
sustaining her reputation as a Little Captain.

"We've got to," said Will. "But to take you girls out there again----"

"Don't you dare do it, in this storm!" broke in Grace, for the wind and
rain had now reached their height.

"Can't you land us?" asked Betty, taking in the situation at a glance.
"That will be best. Put us on shore and then this boat will be so much
easier to handle. The wind is right, and you can get the _Pocohontas_
before she goes on the rocks."

"She's got the idea," declared Allen, admiringly. "We can save our boat,
if we hustle."

"Then--'hustle'!" cried Betty, with a little blush, as she shook her
head to rid her flashing eyes of raindrops. "Put us ashore at the dock,
and save the _Pocohontas_."

"But what will you do?" asked Allen. "I don't like to leave you on the
beach alone."

"We four girls won't be lonesome," declared Mollie. "It isn't the first
time we've roughed it. Besides, there is some sort of a fisherman's
shanty there. We'll go inside, if the storm gets too bad. But I think it
is going to clear."

Indeed there were indications that