“Can’t ye carry it on yer shoulders?” asked Mr. Hitter with a laugh.
“I’ll bet it weighs a ton,” spoke Bob.
“Nearer two, accordin’ t’ th’ way bill,” chimed in the freight agent. “Now I tell ye what t’ do. Leave it right in th’ box. Go off an’ git Hen Jaegers, who’s got th’ biggest truck in town t’ cart it t’ the river for ye. Then ye won’t damage it. Jest come in an’ sign the receipt an’ let Hen do th’ rest. If ye carried it yerselves ye might drop it, an’ damage the spark plug or whatever it is makes it go,” and he laughed again at his joke.
The boys decided this would be the best to do. Bob, to whom the boat was consigned, put his signature to the receipt, and then the lads hurried to the office of the truckman.
“I wonder if we can try it to-night?” asked Jerry.
“Guess so,” put in Ned. “I’ve been reading the catalog and directions until I know ’em by heart.”
“Do you remember when we first got the motor cycles and how one got going and we couldn’t stop it?” asked Ned.
“Sure. And when we first got the auto,” chimed in Bob.
“That reminds me of something I almost forgot,” spoke Jerry. “Did you hear the news?”
“What news?” came from Ned and Bob.