“Then that is what the plot is, you may be sure of it. You ought to be able to stop them, Harry. You are going to be on your uncle’s naptha launch.”
“I will! If they get too close to you I’ll boathook them and pull them off!” cried Harry.
“Good for you.”
“But beware, Jerry, the plot may not be that after all.”
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” replied the young oarsman.
A minute after this Harry went off.
Then Jerry, having donned his rowing outfit, was surrounded by the other members of the club. His shell was inspected and found in perfect condition. It had been guarded carefully, and now the club members did not dare to let their eyes off of it.
“Bring me my blades, please,” said Jerry, and they were at once brought from the locker.
He began to examine them from end to end. Suddenly he uttered a cry.
“Boys, look here!”