“Fine!” exclaimed Ned.
“It will be a regular picnic!” from Bob.
“Oh, of course it will if Chunky goes along,” put in Ned. “Always thinking of something to eat. Don’t take the compass for a can of peas next time!”
Bob aimed a blow at his tormentor, but Ned cleverly dodged it.
“Let him alone,” suggested Jerry. “He was punished enough. Well, if you’re agreed, let’s get ready to make the trip. We can start to-morrow.”
The boys talked the robbery over with Uriah Snodgrass in a general way but did not mention Bill Berry, not wishing to excite the professor too much. They learned that their old friend was only down to the shore for the day and must go back to the city to deliver a lecture at eight o’clock that evening.
“I shall sue somebody,” said Uriah Snodgrass, “if I don’t get my ring and my box of mosquitoes back.”
“Perhaps they will turn up some day,” answered Bob; and then the motor boys and Uriah Snodgrass separated.
The boys spent the afternoon cleaning the engine and getting the boat in shape for the proposed trip. They made sure they had a compass along this time, and Bob was only allowed to supervise what was strictly eatable.