The boys did not stop to fully equip her. They saw that the engine was working well, and, just at dusk, three happy, if very tired lads, sat in the Dartaway and sent the craft in a wide circle around the little cove on which the colony of Harmon Beach was situated.
“Put out toward Old Briny!” called Ned to Jerry, who was steering, and Jerry, nothing loath, did so.
As the speedy craft surged ahead, throwing up a salty spray, the boys heard a hail behind them.
“Here! Come back!” some one called.
[CHAPTER V]
CAUGHT IN A SQUALL
“Who is it?” asked Jerry.
“Seems to be some one in another motor boat,” Bob replied. “He’s waving at us.”
“Maybe he wants a race,” suggested Ned.