on board the Black Growler.

The motor-boat then was dropped back and when the Caledonia
started, she was fifty feet in the rear of the larger boat.

Mr. Stevens cordially and yet laughingly greeted the boys, whom
he dubbed at the time the "sons of misfortune."

Relieved as the Go Ahead boys were by their rescue they
nevertheless all showed traces of chagrin over the fact that
twice they had been helped by the big, black yacht.

"We're going to put up at Henderson Harbor," explained Mr.
Stevens. "I have some friends staying at the big club-house and I
have promised to spend the night there. I'm sure there will be a
welcome for you boys if you wish to stop. It may be, however,
that there will be some one there who can fix you up so that you
can go on to Sacket's Harbor if you desire. My suggestion is,
however, that you spend the night at the club-house. In the
morning we can take your boat in tow again and drop you at
Sacket's Harbor or Cape Vincent for such repairs as you may
need."

"Thank you," replied John. "I'm sure we shall all be glad to do
as you suggest."

At this time the members of Mr. Stevens' family approached the
little group and the Go Ahead boys one by one were introduced.

The ghastly expression on the face of Fred in part disappeared