us?" he inquired as he quickly approached the dock.

"Where's that?" inquired Sam.

"Down the St. Lawrence River."

"How far?"

"Oh, down among the Thousand Islands, that's all."

"First I have heard of it," said Sam.

"I think it will be a good thing if you can go with the boys,
Sam," spoke up Mr. Stevens. "They had a mishap yesterday and
didn't quite know what to do."

"Sure, I'll go," said Sam.

Fred made no protests and the terms with the mechanic were
speedily arranged.

A half-hour later the Black Growler set forth on her voyage.

The Caledonia was to follow some time that day and plans already
had been made by which the boys were to spend some time on Hecla
Island, on which was located the summer home of the Stevens.

Fortunately for Fred, at least, the lake continued to be calm. In
the eagerness of the boy to prove to his friends that he merely
had a "headache" the preceding day and had not been seasick, he