As Ralph was not acquainted with the course, they did not arrive at Nantucket harbor until well toward evening. The day, however, had proved ideal, and every one enjoyed the trip to the utmost. In the harbor of the quaint old town, which in years gone by was devoted almost exclusively to the whaling industry, they found a great number of craft of all kinds.
“There are some storm warnings up,” announced Ralph presently. “But I must confess that I don’t see anything of a storm.”
“Nor do I,” answered Jack.
They spent the evening in roaming around the quaint old town with its wide cobblestone main street and its narrow alleyways with their weather-beaten homes. They even took an automobile ride extending across the island to ’Sconset, a small colony located directly facing the broad Atlantic.
“Gosh! here’s where a fellow can stand and look right over to Europe,” announced Fred.
“You can if you have good eyesight,” chuckled Randy.
In the morning the storm signals were still displayed, but the Rovers and their chums could see no evidences of anything unusual brewing. There was little or no breeze, and the sun shone brightly.
“Well, what do you fellows want to do?” questioned Ralph, after they had breakfasted and were walking toward where the motor boat was tied up.
“I’d just as lief go on,” answered Fred.