“Then the batteries have given out.”
“Can’t be. They’re new. Oh, you big chump, to take out my boat when you don’t know how to run her!” and Tom looked at his drifting craft in despair.
“Can’t you come out and get me?” suggested Dent, as he looked helplessly at the engine.
“Well, of all the nerve!” cried Tom. “But I’ll have to, I guess, if I want to save my boat!”
He hurriedly cast off his rowing craft, jumped in, and was soon pulling out toward the drifting motorboat.
[CHAPTER III]
OFF FOR ELMWOOD HALL
“Talk about lazy fellows!” murmured Tom, as he bent to his oars, “that Dent Wilcox certainly is the limit. He’s too lazy to row, so he borrows my motorboat. Then he’s too lazy to learn how to crank the engine, and too lazy to turn the flywheel over hard enough. It’s a wonder he ever got started, and when he does get going he doesn’t take enough pains to look out where he’s steering. If he wrecks my boat I’ll make him pay for her.”
Tom cast a glance over his shoulder toward his craft, and the sight of the boat nearer the rocks made him row faster than ever.