"Can it be the Sprite?" questioned Fred.
"No, the craft is a yacht. I guess it is Mr. Felding's Gem."
"Perhaps he is looking for us," said Paul. "My uncle may have asked him to come up."
They watched the course of the little yacht with interest, and as it came closer set up a loud shout and waved their handkerchiefs. At last they were discovered and somebody on the yacht waved a handkerchief in return.
"We are seen!" cried Fred. "I am thankful for it."
Soon the yacht came up to the shore, and then they saw that it had on board Mr. Felding, the owner; Mr. Shale, Paul's uncle, and Mr. Westmore and Mr. Rush.
"Are you all safe, boys?" was the first question put to them.
"All safe!" they shouted back.
"Thank heaven for that!" murmured Mr. Westmore, and a great load was lifted from his heart.
"I suppose you didn't want to come back in that storm," said Paul's uncle.