make speed. There was a fair breeze, the gale having gone down while they were at the house.
"I don't think they know much about running a boat," said Tom, presently. "What are they up to now?"
"They are turning back!" cried Sam. "See, they are headed for yonder cove. They are not going up to the three rocks."
"What cove is that?" asked Songbird. "Is it the place we went fishing the day we caught the turtle?"
"Yes."
"Then they had better look out? Don't you remember those sharp rocks, right near the mouth of the cove?"
Those who had been fishing the day mentioned did remember the rocks, and they watched the boat ahead with keen interest. The wind had freshened a little and the craft had swung around swiftly and was rushing for the cove. They could see one of the men trying to lower the mainsail.
"They are in dangerous water!" cried Dick.
He had just uttered the words when they saw the boat strike something, shiver from stem to stern, and back away. Then she went ahead and struck a second time. A second later she went over to larboard, throwing the two men and Tad Sobber into the lake!
