"Oh! I wish we could find it," commented Wyn. "If it ever sank at all," sneered Bessie. But it was almost impossible to quarrel with Wyn Mallory. Frank would have "got hot" a dozen times at Bess while the party chanced to discuss the Jarleys and their troubles. But the captain of the Go-Ahead Club was patient. Bye and bye--and after mid-afternoon--the _Happy Day_ came around to the west end of Gannet Island. Up among the trees a glint of white betrayed the presence of the boys' tent. In a little sheltered cove below the site of Cave-in-the-Wood Camp, danced the fleet of canoes. Nothing would do but the girls and Mrs. Havel must go ashore and see the cave and the camp. "And we can have tea," said Ferd. "How's that, girls? Professor Skillings has got a whole canister of best gunpowder in his private stores--and there he is on that log, examining specimens." "Oh, dear me!" cried Frankie, "tea isn't going to satisfy the gnawing of _my_ appetite." "How about a fish-fry?" demanded Dave, swerving the motor boat suddenly away from the landing. "Where'll you get your fish?" cried Percy Havel. "In the fish store at Meade's Forge," scoffed Ferdinand Roberts. "That's too far to run for supper--and back again--this afternoon, boys," said Mrs. Havel. "Just you wait," cried Dave. "I caught sight of something just now--there she is!" The _Happy Day_ rounded a wooded point of the island. Near the shore floated Polly Jarley's skiff and Polly was just getting up her anchor. "She's been fishing all day!" exclaimed Wyn. "And I'll wager she's got a fine mess of perch," said Dave. "Hi, Miss Jarley!" he shouted. "Hold on a minute." Polly had heard the chugging of the motor boat. Now she stood up suddenly and waved both hands in some excitement. "What does she want?" demanded Bess. "Get out! farther out!" the boatman's daughter shouted, her clear voice echoing from the wooded heights of the island. "Danger here!" "What's the matter with her?" demanded Bess again. "Is there a submarine mine sunk here?" But Dave veered off, taking a wider course from the shore. "What is the matter, Polly?" shouted Wyn, standing up and making a megaphone of her hands. "Snags!" replied the other girl. "Here's where father ran Dr. Shelton's boat on a root. The shallow water here is full of them. Look out" "Say!" cried Frank Dumont "We don't want to sink the old _Happy Day_." "So _this_ is where the accident happened; is it?" observed Wyn, looking around at the shores of the little cove and the contour of the island's outline. "Humph!" snapped Bessie Lavine, sitting down quickly. "I don't believe there was any accident at all. It was all a story." CHAPTER XII AN OVERTURN Dave Shepard had stopped the motor boat land now he hailed the pretty girl in the skiff. "I say, Miss Jarley! did you have any luck?" "I've got a good string of white perch. They love to feed among these stumps," returned Polly.