up.

A cheer arose from those on the excursion boat.

"She is safe now, sure!"

The girl was too exhausted to move, and both boys rubbed her hands and did
what they could for her.

Jack Broxton ran up alongside of the steamboat and a little later the girl
was placed on board.

The mother clasped her child to her breast.

"Go ahead, Jack," said Harry in a low voice. "I don't want the crowd to
stare at me."

"But the mother wants to thank you," began Jerry.

But Harry would not listen. He was too modest, and made Jack Broxton
actually run away from the excursion boat.

But five hundred people cheered Harry and waved their handkerchiefs.

"How did you escape the steamboat?" asked Jerry, when the excitement was
over.

"We went under part of her," was the reply. "I swam for all I knew how,
but it was a close call."

After this Harry retired to the cabin and changed his clothing. He drank
several cups of hot coffee, and half an hour later declared that he felt
as well as ever.

The remainder of the run down the lake was uneventful. They dropped anchor
near the mouth of the Poplar River and started in to fish.

They had all the necessary tackle on board, and procured bait at a
boathouse near by.

The yacht was anchored at a well-known spot, and then the sport began.

"I've a bite!" cried Harry

And sure enough he had something. He began to reel in with great
rapidity.

"First fish," said Jerry.

Scarcely had Harry landed his haul than click, click, click went Jerry's
reel. The line went off like a flash.

Jerry began to reel in. That something big was on his hook was certain.

The fish darted in every direction and Jerry had his hands full playing
him.

"You'll lose him!" cried Harry, excitedly.

"I'll do my best with him," responded Jerry, quietly.

After playing the fish for nearly five minutes he reeled him in rapidly.

"Get the landing net, Jack," he said, and the old tar stood ready the
moment the fish came into view.

"A bass! A three-pounder!" cried Harry. "By jinks! but that's a haul worth
making!"

It was indeed a beautiful catch, and Jerry was justly proud of it.

After this nothing was caught for twenty minutes. Then Harry landed a fine
fat perch weighing a pound. Jack was not fishing, but smoked and looked on
contentedly.

Evening found them with a fine mess of bass and perch.

"Not a bad haul," said Jerry, as he surveyed the lot.

"I reckon it's about time to be gitting ba