The Rover Boys on the Great Lakes

Dick, do you notice how the wind is freshening? Yes, Sam, I've been watching it for ten minutes. I think we are in for a storm. Exactly my idea, and I shouldn't be surprised if it proved a heavy one, too. How far are we from shore? Not over three mil... Read more

Dick, do you notice how the wind is freshening? Yes, Sam, I've been watching it for ten minutes. I think we are in for a storm. Exactly my idea, and I shouldn't be surprised if it proved a heavy one, too. How far are we from shore? Not over three miles, to my reckoning. Perhaps we had better turn back, and Sam Rover, the youngest of the three Rover brothers, shook his head doubtfully. Oh, I reckon we'll be safe enough, responded Dick Rover, who was several years older. I know more about sailing a yacht than I did when we followed up the Baxters on the Atlantic Ocean. The poor Baxters! put in Tom Rover, who stood close by, also watching the wind, and the heavy clouds rolling up from the westward. Who ever supposed that they would be buried alive in that landslide on the mountain in Colorado? It was a terrible fate, came, with a shudder, from Dick Rover. But, nevertheless, I am glad we are rid of those rascals. They caused father and us trouble enough, goodness knows. And they brought trouble enough to Dora Stanhope and her mother, too, observed Sam. By the way, Dick, weren't Dora and her mother going to take a trip on these lakes this summer? Of course Dora was, put in Tom, with a sly wink. If she wasn't, what do you suppose would bring Dick here? He got a letter only last week- Oh, stow it, Tom! cried the elder Rover, his face growing red. You wanted to take a trip on the Great Lakes as much as anybody-said you wouldn't like anything better, and told all the fellows at Putnam Hall so, too. Well, I don't know as I would like anything better, rattled on Tom. Less