“I wonder if we’ll ever see her again,” mused Ralph, as the River Swallow drove onward through the night.
In the distance the lights of Piquetville began to bob up. They were not far from their destination.
“I don’t know,” rejoined Harry, “somehow I’ve got a notion that we shall encounter her again, somewhere and sometime.”
“I have the same idea,” agreed Ralph.
Both boys were right. They were fated to see the night-loving craft of the St. Lawrence again, and that before very long. Their next meeting with her was destined to be under circumstances which were to be indelibly imprinted upon their minds.
CHAPTER XXI.
A BIG SURPRISE.
“What dock are you going to make for?” asked Harry, as they drew nearer and nearer to the American side of the river.
“I guess the Piquetville Yacht Club’s dock will be just about right,” was Ralph’s rejoinder. “There’s deep water off there, you know, and we can anchor and go ashore,—that is, you fellows can go ashore.”
“Aren’t you going?” demanded Harry in surprise.
“No. It is necessary for me to remain on board the River Swallow and see that the rascals don’t attempt any monkey tricks while you are gone.”