"Don't worry. It
doesn't do any good, and it will spoil your cruise. Something may turn
up any time. But it sure is queer how Prince can be away so long."
"It certainly is," agreed Grace.
"And so you expect to make Rainbow Lake by six bells?" asked Betty's
uncle, as he paced up and down the rather restricted quarters of the
deck.
"Yes, Uncle, by seven o'clock," answered Betty, who was at the wheel.
"Six bells-- six bells!" he exclaimed. "You must talk sea lingo on a
boat, Bet."
"All right, Uncle-- six bells."
"Where's your charts?" he asked, suddenly.
"Charts?"
"Yes, how are you sailing? Have you marked the course since last night
and posted it? Where are your charts-- your maps? How do you expect to
make Rainbow Lake without some kind of charts? Are you going by dead
reckoning?"
"Why, Uncle, all we have to do is to keep right on down the river, and
it opens into Rainbow Lake. The lake is really a wide part of the
river, you know. We don't need any charts."
"Don't need any charts? Have you heaved the lead to see how much water
you've got?"
"Why, no," and she looked at him wonderingly.
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