the cast to be made, As soon as the prongs of the anchor caught, she
would head her motor and out toward the middle of the lake, towing the
barge where it could be anchored and allowed to burn to the water's
edge.

"But what are you going to anchor it with?" asked Mr. Kennedy, when
this last feature had been discussed.

"That's so," spoke his chum, reflectively.

"There's a heavy piece of iron under the middle board of the cabin,"
said Betty. "Uncle Amos said it was there for ballast in case we
wanted to use a sail, but I don't see that we need it."

"We'll use it temporarily, anyhow, for an anchor," decided Mr. Stone.
He and his companion soon had it out, and made fast to the other end
of the rope.

"Get ready now!" warned Betty, when this had been done. "I'm going as
close as I can."

She steered her boat toward the burning barge. There came whistles of
encouragement from the surrounding craft. The heat was intense, and on
the suggestion of Mr. Kennedy the motor boat's decks were kept wet
from the water in the pails. The girls felt their hands and faces grow
warm. Those on the boathouse float and pier were all anxiety. The
flames, blown by the wind, seemed to leap across the intervening space
as if to reach the boat shelter.

"Here she goes!" cried Mr. Stone, as he cast the anchor. It was