"Yes, I believe it is," joined in John.

"I know it is," said George. "We're sure now that we'll get some
help."

"We may have our troubles," suggested Grant, "if the captain
answers our hail, or he may pick us up and claim salvage."

"I guess there won't be anything like that," exclaimed George,
who was greatly relieved by the sight of the approaching yacht.
Her black sides glistened in the sunlight and her graceful
outline now that she was near had never appeared to greater
advantage.

Two of the boys were still waving and shaking the sheets as their
signals of distress. It was evident, however, that they had been
seen by the crew of the Caledonia and that the big black yacht
was directly bearing down upon them.

A few minutes later the Caledonia shut off steam and the captain
was seen on deck.

Approaching the rail, with his speaking trumpet in his hand, he
called, "Ahoy, there! What's the trouble?"

"Our engine is broken down," replied John.

"Aren't you the same boys we towed through the Erie Canal
yesterday?"