"Now," said Matt jubilantly, "I'm sure that what we've accomplished is worth the price. Good night, pards. I've found a soft stone, and I've got material for pleasant dreams, so I'm going to sleep. In the morning, we're for across the lake—and Aristocracy Hill!"
[CHAPTER XV.]
THE POWER BOAT—MINUS THE POWER.
The boys were astir early, it being their intention to reach Madison and the Lorry home before Mr. Lorry could get away to cross the lake—providing that proved to be his intention.
The boys had a frugal breakfast off the cold food McGlory and Lorry had brought from the cabin, and immediately after they emerged from the cave upon the narrow shelf that ran in front of it.
The rain seemed to be over, and the leaden clouds were being scattered by a fierce wind from the west.
"This is a bad morning to be on Fourth Lake," said George, casting an anxious eye upward. "I had hoped the wind would blow itself out, but it appears to be as strong as ever."
"Why not leave the Sprite here," suggested McGlory, "and hike for Madison along the wagon road?"
"It would take us too long," protested Matt. "I think a boat that can stand the seas in 'Frisco Bay ought to be able to negotiate this fresh-water lake. The Sprite's reliable, I can say that for her; and, so long as we have power, I guess we needn't fear the wind."