s in sight.

"Did you hear what that man on the dock said when we passed?" inquired
Grant.

"What man?" inquired Fred. "What did he say?"

"Why he said we had better take a man along with us that knows the
lake."

"No, I didn't hear him," said Fred. "And if I had, it wouldn't have
made any difference. I know my way all right and you fellows needn't be
afraid that you won't be down among the Thousand Islands in time for
dinner."

"Where shall we get our luncheon, Fred?" asked George.

"I don't know yet. It will depend somewhat on where we are. If we can
make Cape Vincent all right we'll have it there."

An hour later John said after he had looked out over the lake, "The
wind is getting fresher. Don't you notice it, fellows?"

"Yes," said George. "I hope it will keep it up. I would like to be out
here when the Black Growler was rolling a little. I would give a dime
to see one of the Go Ahead boys seasick."

"Don't be so extravagant," retorted Fred. "You'll only have a chance to
lose your money before night. The wind is rising," he added a moment
later.

In the distance the boys saw occasional waves that now were capped with
white. The Black Growler also had taken on a rolling motion and
although all four of the Go Ahead boys declared that they enjoyed the
experience it was noticed after a brief time that Fred was strangely
quiet. He was still at the wheel and apparently devoting all his
thought to his task.

"Say, fellows, will you take a look at Peewee?" demanded George about
ten minutes later. "I believe he is getting sick."

Fred turned and glanced at his companions but did not speak. The color
and expression of his face, however, were such as to arouse great
elation among his passengers.

"That's the way, Peewee!" laughed John. "You'll have to give up your
place at the wheel. I'm sorry that we haven't any doctor on board."

"There was an old fellow down on Long Island Sound," suggested George,
"who used to tell us that the best cure for seasickness was a sweet
apple and if that wasn't any good then he suggested swallowing a piece
of raw salt pork with a string tied to it."

"What was the string for?" demanded John.

"If you can't guess, I shan't tell you," laughed George. "I'm just
making these suggestions for little Pyg's benefit. He doesn't look as
if he was happy. Hi, Fred!" he added, turning to the pilot, "you had
better go back in the stern and lie down."

"I would," answered Fred, who was