The youth had scratched the handkerchief from his face, and now could see the enemy. Tubby had emitted nothing but a series of excruciating grunts; but now, when he saw the goat making ready for another charge, he met the animal with a yell, leaping into the air with his legs a-straddle, so that the Billie ran between them, and then Tubby footed it up the gully as fast as he could travel. The goat, headed down hill again, saw his old enemies, the two girls, and made as though to attack them. Wyn and Frank, almost dead with laughter, managed to roll down the bank and so get out of the erratic goat's sight. The other girls had only heard the noise of the conflict, and did not understand; nor could Wyn and Frankie explain when they first scrambled into their canoes. "Poor Tubby! Poor Tubby!" was all Wyn could say. "Let's paddle around to the boys' camp. He's run for home." "It was a home run, all right!" gasped Frank. But three minutes later, when the canoes got into the cove where Polly's father had met with his accident in the _Bright Eyes_, Wyn suddenly found something more serious than Tubby Blaisdell's experience to worry about. There was the big bateau, its sail furled, almost over the spot where Wyn and Polly were sure the lost motor boat lay! "Oh, dear me!" cried Bess. "Now we can't have any fun on the raft. Those men will be in our way. What do you suppose they are poking around there in the water with those poles for?" Wyn began to paddle fast. She shot ahead of the other girls and aimed directly for the bit of beach on which the boys' canoes were drawn. The noise and laughter up at the camp assured her that Tubby had arrived and that all the Busters were at home. Wyn had made up her mind quickly that, if she must, she would rather take the boys into her confidence about the sunken boat than let those bateau men find it. "Boys! Dave!" she hailed them from the water. Young Shepard appeared at once and, seeing Wyn, ran down to the shore. "Will you help us?" gasped Wyn. "Quick! get the boys! Move your diving float where I tell you; those men will find it first, if you don't." "Find what?" demanded Dave. "Are you sensible, Wynnie?" The explanation tumbled out of Wyn Mallory's lips then in rather a jumbled fashion; but Dave understood. He turned and gave the view-halloa for his mates. They all tumbled down the bank save Tubby. "Get a move on, fellows," commanded the leader of the Busters. "We've got to move that raft. Wyn will tell us where. And later we'll tell you _why_. But the word is now: Look sharp!" CHAPTER XXVII IS IT THE "BRIGHT EYES"? With a whirl and clash of paddles the little flotilla of canoes shot out to the diving float. The bateau was only a few yards away. The two rough-looking men in her were sounding the lake bottom, with long poles; but as yet they had not got around to the right spot.