“Where you heading for?” asked Ned, noting that the machinery was running almost at the limit of speed. “What’s the haste, Jerry? Are you trying for a record?”
“Not especially, though we might as well hit it up to see how the renovated motor works.”
“It works fine, if you ask me,” came from Bob. “We haven’t traveled so fast since we were after Mr. Jackson. But then I guess if we’re going to try for a prize at the meet we’ll need speed.”
“That’s one reason,” conceded Jerry. “Another is, that I’m going to try to get to Lake Martin and back before night.”
“Ha! I see your game!” cried Ned. “You haven’t had a chance to try the hydroplanes lately, and you are afraid they won’t work.”
“Not at all afraid of that,” declared the tall lad, “but I do want to give them another try-out.”
“It’s quite a trip to Lake Martin and back again—especially when we haven’t much food aboard,” ventured Bob.
“Oh, what’s the matter with you, Chunky?” cried Jerry. “You’re always thinking of eating. Forget it once in a while. We can easily make the lake, and be back for supper.”
“If we don’t have any accidents,” put in the fat boy, somewhat dubiously. “I’m going to see what we have got in the galley,” and despite the laughing objections of his companions he departed to inspect the larder. He came back grinning cheerfully.
“Well?” asked Ned.