After dinner they took up their journey again, and that night slept on the boat, anchored in a little harbor about forty miles further down the coast.
They had an early breakfast and after making some minor adjustments to the engine started off again. The weather continued pleasant, though there was quite a swell on, and riding in the boat was not as comfortable as it had been the previous day.
“We’ll reach Mosquito Inlet about noon,” announced Jerry looking at the map in the guide book.
“Very good,” said the professor.
“I’d say it was very bad,” put in Ned, making a wry face. “I’m not very fond of mosquitoes.”
“I need a few more specimens to complete my collection,” the scientist added.
“What is Mosquito Inlet?” asked Bob.
“It’s an entrance from the ocean to what is called Hillsborough river,” replied Jerry. “It’s really a part of the sea, but the book says it’s a fine route for boats, and we’ll take it. From there, by means of the Haulover Canal, we can get right into Indian river and reach Titusville.”
“Then let’s do it by all means,” suggested Bob. “This motion is a little too much for me.”