“Really?” asked Bob.
“Sure. I don’t want to eat now.”
Jerry fancied he heard a sigh of relief from the stout lad, and he smiled as he shifted the helm. Truly Bob did like to eat!
“All right now; I’ve had enough. I’m through, but there’s plenty left,” Bob announced a little later. “Come on, Jerry.”
“All right. You can take the wheel.”
“How are you heading her?” asked Bob.
“Oh, no special course. The lake’s deep enough, except close to shore, to go almost anywhere. Just keep her as near the center as you can. We ought to fetch the river at this rate, about morning.”
“It’s going to be quite a trip,” observed Bob, with a sigh.
“Yes, and the hardest part will be bringing back the doctor,” remarked Jerry. “That will be the last lap.”
He relinquished the wheel to Bob, and went into the cabin. Jerry’s chum had spread out a substantial repast. It was simple enough, for not a great variety could be carried on the Scud. But Jerry was not very hungry. His anxiety had taken away his appetite in a great measure. Still, he managed to make a fairly good meal.