by now to let them take chances,"
Frank admitted; "and after we're through eating we'll use the glasses
to find out."

Although he had not said anything about it to his chum, Frank believed
he had detected a moving spot far away on the water, and in the
direction of the village, which he thought might be the camp boat with
their two mates.

He did not hurry through his breakfast, for as the object was
constantly drawing slowly but steadily nearer Cabin Point they would
be better able to discover who the occupants of the boat were later
on.

Will kept the other to his promise, and in good time the small but
powerful pair of field glasses was brought out and adjusted.

Frank took the first look. He did not say a single word or betray the
result of his survey by the faintest smile, only handed the glasses to
Will.

"My sight must be different from yours, Frank, because I have to focus
all over again. There, now I reckon I've got it O. K. because I can
see the village over there as plain as anything. The boat ought to be
this way--there, I've got it located. Oh, Frank, it's Bluff and Jerry,
as sure as you live!"

"Of course it is!" declared the other. "And now you can see that I hit
the right nail on the head when I tried to figure out what they'd
probably do in the storm. They spent last night among the villagers,
and started this morning just as soon as the water went down enough to
make it seem safe."

"They're almost half-way here as it is," continued Will; "and rowing
like fun, let me tell you! Well, that relieves my mind a heap. I
couldn't feel altogether easy about the boys, knowing what an old tub
that boat is at best. But it's all right, Frank; and I think I can
drink another cup of coffee on that."

"We ought to have some ready for them when they get here," suggested
thoughtful Frank; "though of course they'll have eaten breakfast at
the village. But a cup of _our_ fragrant coffee is something to make
you forget you're tired."

"Yes," agreed Will, "I warrant you they didn't get anything like that
over there at the village tavern, or wherever they put up."

They spent much of their time watching the approach of the boat. The
sunbeams glinted from the flashing oars as they were methodically
raised and lowered. All the while it came nearer and nearer.

"I can see that they're anxious about the camp, and wondering how we
came through the storm," ventured Frank; "because every once in a
while they stop