“And Professor Snodgrass is at the end of this lake—or, at least I hope he is,” said Jerry, looking ahead as he stood at the wheel.
“Speed her up!” cried Andy, who liked swift motion.
“All right,” assented Jerry, as he opened wider the gasoline throttle. The Scud shot ahead for a few feet and then the boys were almost thrown from their feet as the craft struck some obstruction under water.
“What’s that?” cried Ned, as Jerry quickly shut off the power.
“Back water!” called Bob.
Jerry had thrown in the reverse gear, but it was too late. The Scud was as if anchored at the junction of lake and river. The obstruction which she had struck held her fast.
[CHAPTER XXI]
THE DESERTED CAMP
“Guess we ought to have had a chart of this lake,” observed Jerry grimly, as he looked over the side of the boat.