“Can we catch her, do you think?” asked Andy, as he gave the tiller over to his brother.
“We’ve got to,” was the answer with quiet determination. “Suppose you get something to eat while I handle the boat? We may not have time to cook anything after we come up to them.”
“Are you going to come to close quarters?”
“I’m going to try to get near enough to see if the mysterious man is aboard, and if he is, I’m going to fire some questions at him, and let him know that he’s liable to arrest for entering our house the other night.”
“I’d like to fire something else besides questions at him. I’ve got my small rifle aboard.”
“None of that!” objected Frank quickly.
“We’ll proceed on lawful lines, no matter what he does. Now, Miss Gull,” and he patted the rail of the craft, “do your prettiest. See if you can’t catch up to those fellows.”
The wind continued good and the boys’ craft slipped through the water at a lively rate of speed. Andy busied himself in the galley, whence soon came the appetizing odor of coffee, bacon and eggs.
“Hurry up with that!” called Frank. “I’m as hungry as a crab.”
“It’s almost ready,” replied his brother. “Shall I bring it up, or will you come down?”