“Isn’t a miss as good as a mile?” chuckled Frank.
Rattleton came near having a fit.
“If this keeps up,” said Diamond, “there will be a lot of maniacs on board before the Jolly Sport sails back to New Haven.”
As they passed a puffing tug, an old salt hailed them:
“Better be careful, boys,” he called.
“Careful? What for?”
“There’ll be a reg’ler nor’wester to-night. This is a weather breeder.”
“All right, cap,” returned Frank. “We’ll be back before night.”
And they did not think of the warning afterward.
Away down the harbor ran the Jolly Sport. The boys smoked, laughed, sang and joked. It was like a midsummer day. They took the East Channel out toward Brandford Point, and then set their course toward the Thimble Islands.