“You chucked it first.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t ragged me about my eating. And I wasn’t going to say anything about grub, either. I meant I wanted to get home early so I could talk more to dad about Boxwood Hall.”
“Go on! You’re going to see a girl!” scoffed Jerry.
Bob flared up again, but quiet was finally restored and, the boathouse doors having been thrown open, Ned pressed the button of the self-starter and the Neboje swung out into the river which ran near the Hopkins’ house.
As the chums, comfortably seated in their craft, were getting under way, they heard a hail.
“Hold on, boys—wait a minute—got something to tell you—don’t go away without me—it’s great news—come on back—slow down—turn off the gasoline—shut off the spark—swing her around—whoop!”
“No need to look to tell who that is,” Jerry remarked.
“Yes, it’s Andy Rush,” said Bob, as he glanced at a small and very much excited boy who was dancing about on the dock.
“Come back and get me!” he begged.
“Shall we?” asked Ned, who was steering.