holding the motor-boat steadily to her course.

All thoughts of luncheon were abandoned. Fred, of course, had
passed the stage where the thought of food brought any pleasure,
while his companions were so busy that they too had forgotten
that midday had arrived.

"You don't need to mind this too much," suggested John in his
loudest tones. "I have seen the wind come up and then go down
just as suddenly as it came. Perhaps that will be the way it will
be to-day."

Whatever the thoughts in the minds of George and Grant were they
did not express them. They were standing near the wheel eagerly
looking before them.

Each boy was hopeful that a boat might be seen which would come
to the aid of the unfortunate Black Growler. Several passing
steamers were seen low on the horizon, but it was impossible to
attract the attention of any.

"I feel," said George at last breaking in upon the silence, "that
we made a great mistake this morning when we didn't take the
advice of that man in Oswego."

"What man? What was his advice?" asked Grant.

"Why the one who told us that we ought not to start out on Lake
Ontario without taking some man along with us who knew the course
and could help us if we got into a fix."