Lake, clambering over into the Speedwell.

"Why, how nice and handy every thing is! Every rope is just where you can lay your hand on it." "Let's go ashore and see how we are off for a crop of strawberries," said Harry.
William had pulled down his sails when he came alongside, and while the conversation was going on the Speedwell had been towing the Champion toward the island, and, just as Harry spoke, their bows ran high upon the sand.

The boys sprang out, and spent two hours in roaming over the island in search of strawberries; but it was a little too early in the season for them, and, although there were "oceans" of green ones, they gathered hardly a pint of ripe ones.
After they had eaten the refreshments which Frank had brought with him, they started for home.

As the wind blew from the main shore, they were obliged to "tack," and the Speedwell again showed some fine sailing, and when the Champion entered the creek, she was not a stone's throw behind.
Frank reached home that night a good deal elated at his success.

After tying the Speedwell to the wharf, he pulled down the sails and carried them into his shop.