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Jimmy, keyed to the highest tension by this sudden plunge into a perilous adventure, followed close on Turner's heels, axe a-shoulder, down to Lake Herring. While the lake presented a peaceful scene in comparison with the billowy ocean, its wind-lashed surface could scarcely be likened to a millpond.

"I wonder where in the mischief the rowboat is?" Turner took time to ask as he shot his light about the shore near the hangar bridge.

"What rowboat? Were you going in a rowboat?" Jimmy returned with some uneasiness.

"No time for that, boy, when the hydro can do the business. Remember we had a rowboat chained here—the one that belonged to the house?"

Jimmy recalled the fact instantly.

"Maybe the wind tore it off?" he suggested.

"Maybe it did, but it's powerful funny, for there's the chain hanging to the post." 171