was unusually busy.

Sam called the attention of the Go Ahead boys to the post at
Sacket's Harbor. On a bluff above the lake the barracks and other
buildings of the place were plainly visible. Even the soldiers
stationed there could be plainly seen as they moved about the
quarters.

"That's a great place to have an army post," said George. "I
can't think of any place better unless it's in the middle of the
Sahara Desert. Why did the government establish a post here?"

"Because there was a fort here, 'way back in the War of 1812,"
answered Grant promptly. "Sacket's Harbor was the headquarters of
the army of the North and so the place has been kept up ever
since."

"Do any of you want to stop?" inquired Fred, glancing at his
companions as he spoke.

"Not I," replied John quickly. "When we have a good sea like this
and Fred can be safe from the misery he suffered yesterday I'm
not for taking any chances of the wind coming up later."

"That's mighty kind of you," growled Fred. "I never knew you to
be so thoughtful of any one, --except yourself."

"Don't say that," said John. "You don't mean it. What you mean is
that this is the first time you ever have appreciated how good I
am."