in for a storm, and a heavy one at that.

It was the middle of July, and the Rover boys had journeyed from Valley
Brook, their country home, to Buffalo, a week before, for a six-weeks'
outing upon the Great Lakes previous to their returning to Putnam Hall
for the fall and winter term. Their thrilling adventures in Colorado,
as told in "The Rover Boys Out West," had taxed them severely, and
their father, Mr. Anderson Rover, felt that they needed the recreation.
At first he had wished them to remain at the farm, and so had their
Uncle Randolph Rover and their motherly Aunt Martha, but this had been
voted "too slow" by the three brothers, and it was decided that they
should go to Buffalo, charter a small yacht, and do as they pleased
until the opening of school.

"Only please keep out of danger," had been Mr. Rover's pleading words.
"You have been in peril enough." And the boys had promised to do their
best, little dreaming of the many adventures and dangers ahead.

The boys knew very little about the lakes, and at the last moment had
invited Larry Colby, an old schoolmate, to accompany them on the
outing. Larry had spent two summers on Lake Huron and Lake Superior,
and knew both bodies of water fairly well. But the lad could not come
on at once, and so had sent word that he would join the party at
Sandusky, some time later. Larry's father was rich, so the expense of
traveling counted for nothing.

With the boys, however, went one individual with whom all our old
readers are well acquainted. This was Alexander Pop, the colored man
who had once been a waiter at Putnam Hall, and who was now a servant to
the Rovers in general and the three boys in particular. The boys had