“So would I,” put in Gif. “We’ve seen about all there is to see around here.”
“Yes, and remember this vacation isn’t going to last forever,” came from Randy. “Before we know it, we’ll have to be back at Colby Hall again.”
All the boys were eager to continue the trip, and after seeing to the supply of gasoline and oil they had the hotel keeper pack up a generous lunch for them and then set off.
“Hi, you fellows! Better beware!” called out one old man, who looked as if he might have been a sea captain. “We’re going to have some bad weather before night.”
“We’ll watch out,” answered Ralph. “If we see anything that looks mussy, we’ll head for a harbor in a hurry.”
By studying the map, the boys had found that Chatham on Cape Cod lay due north of the eastern shore of Nantucket. It was not a great many miles to this well known summer resort, and all felt sure that they could make it without much trouble.
“Seems to be hardly any swell on the water,” declared Gif. “I thought it would be a good deal rougher away out here.”
“I guess it gets rough enough in bad weather,” answered Jack.
The engine of the Fancy was running smoothly, and soon they slipped out of Nantucket harbor and the island gradually faded from sight.
“A pippin of a boat, and no mistake,” remarked Spouter. “She rides the ocean like a thing of life. Ralph, it was certainly fine of you to offer this outing.”