The Go Ahead Boys on Smugglers' Island

Apparently the words of the captain were in a measure fulfilled for so busy were the four young fishermen that not one of them was aware of the increasing distance between the boat in which he was fishing and the one which carried his comrades.

It was late in the afternoon when Fred suddenly looked up and said, "It's getting late, Jack. We ought to be going back to the boat. I don't see it anywhere, do you?"

"You mean the skiff in which Grant and George are fishing?"

"Yes."

"No, I don't see them," said John slowly, after he had glanced all about him. "I don't see the Gadabout either."

"Well, the mate knows where it is," said Fred easily. "I hope the other fellows won't get into any trouble, for there's a storm coming up."

As he spoke, Fred pointed to some clouds that rapidly were approaching in the sky directly overhead. They were black, angry clouds too, and the frequent flashes of lightning were followed by reports of thunder that at first had