"Marcy!" cried several of the boys.
"Yes."
"I don't want to meet Marcy," said Harry.
"I'm not afraid of him," put in Joe, quickly. "He can mind his own business and we'll mind ours."
The two boats were now drifting apart and no more was said. Joel Runnell continued on his way toward Lakeport and the Sprite headed once again for the island.
The breeze was growing stronger, and inside of an hour it was blowing twice as hard as when they had started. It made the spray fly over the forward deck and more than one boy was caught.
"Gracious! this is a regular shower bath!" cried Paul. "Here, let me take the tiller. We don't want to ship any more water than we can help."
"I hope we don't get a storm," came from Harry. "They say they are pretty nasty if you catch them out here."
"A storm on any lake is nasty," returned Joe. "I got that from Bob Prestley, who has been on a dozen or more, in different sections of the country."
"It won't be any fun to land if it rains," came from Link.