“There are some other people out enjoying themselves,” said Bob. “Wonder if they’re anybody we know.”
“We’ll soon be close enough to tell,” said Joe. “By Jimmy!” he exclaimed, a few moments later. “I believe we do know ’em, Bob, worse luck. Don’t you recognize that big fellow that’s steering?”
Bob shaded his eyes with his hand and gazed steadily for a few seconds.
“Buck Looker!” he exclaimed finally. “And if I’m not much mistaken, his whole gang is with him.”
“Yes, I can see Carl Lutz and that little beast, Terry Mooney,” said Joe. “And I guess they’ve recognized us, too. See how they’re pointing in this direction?”
The motor boats were drawing closer together, and their occupants could now see each other plainly. Looker and his friends were in a freakish looking craft. It looked as though it might have been a speed boat once, but now wore a shabby and dilapidated air.
[CHAPTER XVI—A THANKLESS RESCUE]
The two motor boats by now had drawn close together and were holding parallel courses.
“Hey, you fellows!” yelled Buck Looker. “I suppose you think you’ve got a fine, fancy boat there, don’t you?”
“That’s just about what we think, all right,” called back Bob. “It looks it, doesn’t it?”