The search light sent out an intense white gleam over the dark waters of the river as the night chase was begun. The Eel glided ahead not unlike her namesake, and the motor boys, and their friends, with eager eyes, looked forward for the first glimpse of the bully who had their craft.
“This is some traveling!” exclaimed Jim Nestor admiringly, as the speed increased.
“It sure is,” agreed his partner. “It beats a pack mule or a burro!”
“Wait until you ride in our boat,” said Ned, with proper pride. “We’ll take you on a little trip before we start for the border.”
[CHAPTER VIII]
MAROONED
With Ned to attend to the engine, to see that it got the right amount of oil, and, occasionally, to adjust the carburetor, and Jerry at the wheel, guiding the craft, the Eel darted up the river. Every eye was on the alert to catch the first glimpse of the boat which they were pursuing.
“Think he can have gotten much ahead of you?” asked Mr. Nestor, after a pause.
“Well, he had quite a start,” observed Ned.