“And our boat can go some, if she’s handled rightly,” added Jerry.
“The fastest on the river—in her class,” added Bob, proudly. “But this is likely to be a long chase. I wish——”
Bob paused, but Ned, with a chuckle, said:
“I know what Chunky was thinking of.”
“What?” asked the stout lad, defiantly.
“That we should have brought a lunch along! Am I right?”
“Well, if we’re going to be out half the night we’ll need it,” declared Bob, in self-defense.
“We won’t be out all night if we once get sight of Noddy,” declared Jerry, with conviction. “As soon as he sees us after him he’ll give in—he’s that kind!”
The Eel was making good progress, and Jerry knew he could depend on Ned to get more speed out of her when needed. But as yet they had seen no signs of their own boat.