“Good,” and the tug soon after that moved away, and so did the majority of the other boats.

“I owe you young gentlemen a good deal for saving my daughters,” said Rossmore Ford.

“I shall never forget what you did,” put in Laura, with a bright glance at Jack.

“You saved us from death,” came from Flossie, and gave Andy a grateful look.

“Your boom came around pretty lively,” said the young major.

“Yes. The—er—fact is, I don’t know as much about sailing a boat as I’d like to,” answered the owner of the yacht. “I’ll have to be more careful in the future.”

He asked the cadets their names, and then introduced himself and his daughters, and all shook hands.

“Pa, we’ll have to go home and put on some dry clothing,” said Laura.

“Gracious me, I never thought of that!” exclaimed the fond parent. “To be sure—we’ll go back at once. Do you wish to go along, young gentlemen?”

“I guess we had better stay behind and see the race,” answered Jack, after a questioning look at his companions.

“Yes, I presume you are greatly interested. I was interested myself.”

“I hope your school wins,” came from Laura.

“So do I,” added her sister.

“You must give us a call some time,” went on Rossmore Ford. “Our home is up the lake—Point View Lodge we call it. We shall be glad to see you any time.”

“Thank you, perhaps we’ll come up,” said Andy, and the others said practically the same. Then the cadets jumped into their rowboat once more and the yacht went on its way.

“They are certainly nice people,” was Pepper’s comment. “You two fellows are regular heroes for saving the maidens fair.”

“Pooh! As if you didn’t have as much to do with it as anybody!” cried Jack.

“I didn’t leap into the briny deep, as the novelists say.”

“Briny deep is good,” laughed Andy. “Why, the water isn’t over twelve feet deep 

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