Jerry told his own name, and those of his companions.
“Well, the squall’s about over now,” said Captain Jenkinson. “I guess it’s safe enough to go back. Are you all right?”
“All except being wet through,” Ned replied.
“And hungry,” put in Bob, whereat his chums laughed.
“I can give you a tow back,” Captain Jenkinson went on. “We might make it a little quicker.”
“I guess the Dartaway can make it under her own power,” Jerry said. He was not going to accept any assistance not really needed.
“All right,” Captain Jenkinson responded, probably understanding how the boys felt. “You can follow me in, as I can probably pick out the best channel for you.”
This aid the boys had no compunctions about accepting, and, as Jerry turned the gasolene on, and shoved the spark lever over, the Dartaway shot ahead. Jerry steered her in a curve after the Three Bells, which was heading back toward the harbor.
“I say!” called Captain Jenkinson.
“What is it?” cried Jerry.