boldly than before he had spoken, "I guess we'll take our chances
and have you go with us. We'll find out more about this later and
give you a chance to tell your story."

"It's all the same to me," said the man glibly. "I'll be glad to
have the ride anyway. It's been a long time since I have been on
the St. Lawrence River."

Apparently Fred's threat had produced slight effect upon the
addition to their party. He spoke as if he were in no fear for
himself, while his threat to swear out a warrant for the boys,
although it had startled them, had not greatly alarmed any one.

Meanwhile the Black Growler, almost as if she was sharing in the
excitement of the boys, was speeding swiftly down the river. The
broad expanse of water when she left her dock at Cape Vincent
soon was broken by the sight of many islands, some of which were
miles in extent while others were tiny little spots, just lifted
above the surface of the water.

There was some anxiety on the part of John, that, unfamiliar as
they were with the channel, they might strike some hidden rock,
but Fred assured his friend that there was slight danger of that
in the daytime, as a careful watch was maintained and it was easy
for them to follow the course of boats that were in advance of
them.

"Look yonder!" said George, suddenly pointing as he spoke to a
yacht that was swiftly approaching from the Canadian side of the
river.