“He’s only thinking of her, you see, Chunky,” Jerry went on.
“No, but it seems to be getting foggy,” added Ned, “and Noddy isn’t any too good a hand at managing a boat. I wish she hadn’t gone out with him.”
“Oh, she’ll be all right,” commented Bob. “Tell you what’s let’s do. We’ll get supper and have it all ready when she comes. I guess we can find the things to eat.”
“Trust Chunky for that even if he doesn’t have any dishes on the table,” Jerry remarked. “Well, we’ll get the meal and invite Noddy to it.”
“Not a bit of it!” exclaimed Ned. “When he sees us here he’ll go back where he came from, fast enough.”
The boys found a well-stocked pantry, and, because of their camping experiences had little difficulty in getting a meal ready. By this time it was nearly seven o’clock. Ned kept rather anxious watch of the hours.
“Let’s go down to the dock and see if we can get sight of her,” he suggested.
“Who?” asked Bob.
“Why Jessica. It’s time she was back.”