“Not quite,” answered the young reporter; and then he told of his plans.
“Use my yacht? Of course you can!” cried Mr. Potter, when Larry proffered his request. “I’ll run it for you, with my crew. Grace and I will come along, and Madame Androletti can be our guest. We know her slightly. It’s great. This is just what I needed.
“I’ve been taking a vacation, but, so far, it hasn’t amounted to much. Now I’ve got some object. We’ll cruise about looking for the scoundrels who have that poor boy. How soon can you come aboard, Larry?”
“As soon as I can get Madame Androletti.”
“Then the sooner the better. Wait, I’ll go with you, and formally invite her.”
“And I’m coming, too,” said Grace.
A little later they were with tearful Madame Androletti, who gladly accepted the offer of the millionaire’s vessel. She was ready to start at once.
“And now to find the stolen boy!” cried Grace Potter, as she stood on deck with Larry, some time later, as the Elizabeth, which was the name of Mr. Potter’s yacht, was churning her way from the dock.
“It may be a longer cruise than you think for,” spoke Larry, as he thought of the expanse of Lake Huron.
“I don’t care how long it is!” she said, as she smiled at the young reporter. “It will be worth while.”