“Nothing better, only I guess we’ll have to wait until the term closes. I don’t want to flunk in my exams, and I guess you don’t, either of you. I’m a little bit shaky on my algebra, and my Latin is none of the best.”
“Oh, of course we’ll wait until the academy closes,” agreed Ned. “That will only be three weeks now. In the meantime we can take short trips and get acquainted with our boat. If there are as many kinds of trouble that can happen as are down in the book, we will no more than have learned how to remedy them by the time we want to start.”
The next day, Sunday, the boys went down to the dock for a look at the Dartaway. As they approached they saw some one peering through a side window into the house where the boat floated.
“Some one is nosing around,” observed Ned.
As they came closer the person did not move away, evidently not hearing their footsteps, as the wind was blowing in the opposite direction.
“It’s Noddy Nixon!” cried Bob, as the person turned with a start.