of a coil.

Blumpo clutched the rope eagerly, and then it was comparatively easy to
haul him on board.

"Praise de Lawd!" he muttered fervently as he came on deck. "I t'ought I
was a goner, suah!"

"Where is Harry?"

"I can't tell you, Jerry."

"You haven't seen him since we jumped from the row-boat?"

"No."

The young oarsman's face grew sober. What if their chum had really gone to
the bottom of Lake Otasco? It would be awful to tell Harry's parents that
their son was no more.

"We must find him, dead or alive, Blumpo. Take the tiller from Miss
Vincent, and we'll cruise around, with our eyes and ears wide open," said
Jerry, with determination.

CHAPTER V.

HARRY IS RESCUED.

"I can stay on deck, can't I?" asked Dora, as she turned the tiller over
to the homeless youth.

"If you wish. But be very careful when the sloop swings around," replied
Jerry. "You did very well," he added.

Dora smiled at this. Then she went forward and settled down, in spite of
the rain, to help look for Harry Parker, whose folks she knew fairly
well.

The Cutwater was put on a different track, and they began to move across
the lake, it being Jerry's idea to cross and recross at a distance of
every six or seven hundred feet.

Twice did they come close to each shore without seeing anything of Harry.

"Gone down, suah's you're born!" said Blumpo, and the tears started out of
his big, honest eyes.

"I am afraid so," returned Jerry, "and yet--hark!"

He put up his hand and all were instantly on the alert. The wind had gone
down somewhat, and from a distance came a low cry. "It's Harry's!" said
Jerry. "Hullo, Harry!" he yelled, with all the power of his lungs.

He waited, and an answering cry came back from toward the center of the
lake. It was very weak, showing that Harry was almost exhausted.

The course of the sloop was instantly changed, and they strove to reach
the spot before the boy should go down.

Jerry was the first to see the form floating about amid the whitecaps.

"Keep up, Harry!" he called encouragingly. "We will soon have you on
board."

"I can't keep up any longer," gasped his chum. "I am played out." And
throwing up his arms, Harry disappeared.

Tying the end of a long rope about his waist, Jerry leaped overboard. He
struck the spot where Harry had gone down and felt in every direction for
his chum.

His hand touched an arm, and then he held Harry fast and brought him to
the surface. The