“Thanks,” answered Jerry. “Are there any other good islands to camp on?”
“There’s Deer Island, next to ours,” replied Mr. Smith. “It’s a nice place, and hasn’t been taken yet this year. Why don’t you come there?”
“Maybe we will,” replied Jerry. “We’re going to tie up along shore for to-night.”
“Be pleased to have you put up at my shack,” said the owner of the racing boat. “Got lots of room.”
“Thank you, we’ll rough it for to-night,” said Jerry. “We’ll look you up to-morrow.”
“Well, then, good-night,” called Mr. Smith, and he opened up his boat and shot away in a smother of foam. “Hope you go in the races,” he called back, but he was too far away then to be answered.
“Let’s have supper,” broke in Bob. “We can talk about racing to-morrow.”
Jerry sent the boat under some overhanging trees. She was made fast with bow and stern lines, and then the boys, having lighted several lanterns, and the big search lamp, prepared supper.