“It’s great sport,” returned Harry. “By the way,” he went on, pointing to a large yacht coming up the lake on a long tack. “What boat is that?”
“She is called the Arrow, I don’t know who owns her,” was the old boatkeeper’s reply.
“She is coming over this way. Let us stand out a little and see who is on board.”
“Just as you say, sir.”
“Yes; I’m curious about that yacht, too,” put in Jerry.
The course of the Whistler was altered several points, and they left the vicinity of the island shore. As they drew closer to the big yacht Jerry uttered a cry of astonishment.
“By Jinks! It can’t be possible!”
“What’s up?” asked Harry, coming to his side.
“There are Si Peters and Wash Crosby on the deck of that yacht. I can see them as plain as day.”
“Our old enemies!” murmured Harry.