“Yes, and we had quite a time,” returned Jerry. “But the Dartaway stood it all right.”
“More good luck than good management,” was the comment. “Why, half the people at the beach probably believe you drowned by now.”
“How’s that?” asked Bob.
“The fisherman, when he saw he couldn’t catch you, came back and gave the alarm.”
“I wonder if my mother is worried,” Jerry said. “We must hurry back.”
“Did you come out for us?” asked Bob of the Three Bells’ captain.
“That’s what I did,” was the answer. “I knew how risky it was out here, in a small boat, so I hustled out after you. You must have gone a pretty good clip, for I couldn’t catch you for some time.”
“Well, the Dartaway has some speed,” admitted Jerry with a little note of pride in his voice.
“We’ll have to enter her in the races next week. Oh, by the way, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Captain James Jenkinson.”