Even the waves appeared to be peaceful. Not a
whitecap was 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.
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