“Then you’ll take her?” asked Mr. Brown.
“Sure!” Jerry answered, his chums echoing an assent.
The arrangements were completed the following day, and the motor boys became possessed of a new craft. Though once, years before, they had made an ice-boat for use on the river at home, which was not much of a success, however.
In the days that followed Ned, Bob and Jerry spent as much time as they could on the ice, either in the boat or on skates. But the ease of gliding along without any exertion, the swiftness of the motion and the sport of it caused them to use the Petrel oftener than they did their skates.
And so the winter wore on.
There had been a thaw, a rain and a freeze, and there were indications that an early spring was on the way.
“Which, being the case,” remarked Ned, as he and his chums sat in Jerry’s room one day, “I think I will get out my baseball glove, and see if it needs sewing.”
“It’s too soon to do that,” remarked Jerry. “Come on down to the ice. Let’s take out the Petrel. We may not have another chance.”
“I’m with you,” agreed Ned.