“Not in particular,” remarked Bob. “Any one of us would have done the same thing. Lucky the boat isn’t damaged any, but I hate to be under obligations to him,” and he nodded toward Mr. Blowitz, who was helping Nellie into his boat. “I don’t like him,” he went on in a low voice. “There’s something queer about him.”
“We oughtn’t to feel that way,” said Jerry. “He’s doing us a favor.”
“Of course,” admitted Bob. “I know it, and I suppose I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do, and I can’t help it. I don’t want any favors from him. He’s the kind, who, if he does something for you, will want you to do twice as much for him in return.”
“Well, I’ll be more careful next time I run this motor boat,” said Jerry. “It’s too bad.”
“Might be worse,” said Ned as cheerfully as he could.
“Don’t you want to go ashore, boys?” called Mr. Blowitz.
“I guess we’d better,” murmured Bob. “The water is quite deep except for the place where the Ripper went on the rocks.”
“The motor boat will stay there all right until high tide,” the man went on. “Better anchor her well, however, it might come on to blow.”
Jerry attended to this, throwing over a strong anchor which was aboard. Then the three boys joined the others in the rowboat.
“Can you find your way to shore, through this fog?” asked Rose.