sounded a warning whistle as he turned a point.

"He'll eat out of my hands if I get training him," prophesied Jack.
"But all the same, Ben, I think that's first-rate advice. It saves
us much trouble and that's the most important consideration. It
takes time even to polish off such a specimen."

"And when you're done, you've got dirty hands," went on Ben in rough
philosophy. "All the same, there is them that can't be otherwise
dealt with, and when the time's ripe I'd--help myself. I know a
man or two I'd like first-rate to get at, and stay at till I'd
finished."

"Then, Ben," spoke Cora, "when you get your man we'll all help you,
and when we get ours you can return the compliment."

Cora had a way of joking that invariably turned out prophetic--and
this case was no exception.

"Well, if there ain't Dan sailin' around!" ex, claimed Ben suddenly.
"He's lookin' fer me. Hey there, Dan! What's up?" he cried as he
faced the boat with the brilliant lamp at the stern.

"Everything!" yelled back Dan. "Come up to the dock! There's
trouble!"

Ben swung around the timer to gain more speed in a spurt of the
motor.

"It's that Jim Peters, I'll bet," he declared, as they headed for