“That is, if we go,” observed Jerry with a smile.
“Oh, we’ll go!” declared Bob, as they reached the boathouse.
“Got enough gasoline?” asked Jerry, as he took the tarpaulin cover off the Neboje.
“Plenty,” announced Bob, looking at the gauge. “We’ll only go for a little run, as I want to get back in time for——”
“Grub!” broke in Ned with a laugh, and then he had to dodge the bailing sponge which the stout youth threw at his head.
Ned caught the sponge and threw it back at Bob, but with such poor aim that it struck Jerry in the face, and, being wet, it was not the most desirable object in the world to receive in that fashion.
“Here! What are you doing?” roared Jerry, wiping his dripping face. “I’ve had my bath this week. Cut out the rough stuff!”
“I didn’t mean that,” came from Ned. “It was Bob’s fault.”
“It was not! You threw it!”