her place on the deck, Miss Susie shouted, "Have you got
a muscallonge?"

"Yes," replied somebody on board.

"Hold it up and let us see it."

In response a man on the other boat held forth to view a huge fish
which weighed at least twenty-five pounds.

"Good for you! Good for you!" shouted the Go Ahead boys together.

"Hold it up higher," called Miss Susie. "Is that a real fish? Did you
really catch it or did you buy it somewhere?"

A reply was not given the questions, for suddenly the great fish
slipped from the hands of the man who was holding it and with a splash
it fell into the water.

"That's right," grunted Mr. Button. "I told you what was going to
happen."

"Why, Mr. Button," exclaimed Miss Susie, "did you know beforehand that
he was going to drop that fish?"

"I told the boys before we started that they would surely have trouble
to-day. Now, stop this boat, Sam Hodge," he added. "We have got to help
those people get that fish in."

"I guess they won't need any help," said Sam, who was watching the
efforts of the men on the other boat. Its speed had been checked as
soon as the accident had occurred and the two men on board quickly
began to pull in the two skiffs, which they had in tow.

In a brief time they took their places on board one of the little boats
and with long strokes started swiftly back in their search for their
lost prize.

Fortunately the men soon found the floating muscallonge which now had
been dead two hours. Eagerly they drew the fish into their skiff and
when they returned to their motor-boat they were aware for the first
time that the Go Ahead boys were there to help.

Few remarks, however, were made and as soon as the muscallonge had been
restored to its place both boats continued on their way.

"I'm afraid," muttered Mr. Button, "that isn't the last thing that is
going to happen to-day."

"I hope not," said Miss Susie lightly.

Apparently all the efforts of Fred's grandfather to subdue the
light-hearted girl were doomed to failure. Why his prejudice against
her had become so strong it was difficult even for Fred to understand,
although he was familiar with the peculiar ways of Mr. Button.

"Look yonder!" suddenly exclaimed John, "That's the Varmint II again."

Coming around the end of a nearby island the swift little motor-boat
was seen approaching.

Taking his megaphone Fred shouted, "Come on, we'll try it again! We
couldn't do much this morning."

"All right,"