The Young Alaskans

of the pilot, Pete, the natives had gathered that "the boss gentleman"-that is to say, Uncle Dick-wanted to go to the revenue-cutter Bennington. Accordingly they concluded that the boy

em to stop rowing. All the boys looked about them in the fog. They were still in the roll of the open sea, and the

tayed with Uncle Di

ought we to do now? They pointed out town that way from t

row steadily on their course. The sea now came tumbling in astern in long black rolls, broken now and again by whitecaps. Like a cork the dory

captains when skirting the shore in fog. He put his hands to his mouth and gave a loud, drawn-o

the channel is wide here," said Rob,

e kept in touch of the shore, on which now and then they could hear

y. We ought to have been at the town long before this

that they should head the dory inshore. They, always disposed to be obedient to the white race, agreed and swung th

came directly at the stern, then with a shout gave way and rode in on its crest, jumping out into the water and pu

fog shut in, white and fleecy, all about them. Now and again they heard a wandering sea-bird call, but they could see neither the sea nor any

uced from his pocket an object deeply wrapped in a bundle of rags and hide,

and putting it to his ear. By this Rob kne

"Ask him where we can get something

is to find where we are. Here, you!" He addressed the natives. "You can t

"By-'n-by"; but that seemed to be the extent of his Eng

Dick will think of us. Anyway, we've got our guns and blankets, and th

in the fog. Some moments elapsed before the boys understood what had happened, and indeed they had no means of knowing the truth, which was that the two natives, who were perfectly friendly, had started

course of half an hour or so, during which all w

by' may mean? I'd like to g

urn. The sea is pretty rough, but this is a good boat and we can run her. We can go back that way, and get to the mouth of the channel, because I no

lthough he looked rather sober at the

they knew they were pitching up and down in the white water. By hard pulling they got the boat offshore, and being

to pull against the wind, and that's the way we must go if

here!" cried

rowing for a mome

boat. Swirling and breaking, it seemed to advance and march down upon them. The surface of the water was agitated as though

out the channel-I've heard them tell of that before. Look out, now