The big yacht was drifting steadily nearer the motor-boat and in
a brief time it was possible for a rope to be cast. The boys
succeeded in making this fast and then the yacht swung around so
that the Black Growler was in the lea.
In spite of the rough water the boys succeeded in making their
way to the deck of the yacht while one of the crew took his place
on board the Black Growler.
The motor-boat then was dropped back and when the Caledonia
started, she was fifty feet in the rear of the larger boat.
Mr. Stevens cordially and yet laughingly greeted the boys, whom
he dubbed at the time the "sons of misfortune."
Relieved as the Go Ahead boys were by their rescue they
nevertheless all showed traces of chagrin over the fact that
twice they had been helped by the big, black yacht.
"We're going to put up at Henderson Harbor," explained Mr.
Stevens. "I have some friends staying at the big club-house and I
have promised to spend the night there. I'm sure there will be a
welcome for you boys if you wish to stop. It may be, however,
that there will be some one there who can fix you up so that you
can go on to Sacket's Harbor if you desire. My suggestion is,
however, that you spend the night at the club-house. In the
morning we can take your boat in tow again and drop you at
Sacket's Harbor or Cape Vincent for such repairs as you may
need.
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