"I wish I knew how to operate a motor boat as well as he does when he's sober," gritted Jamison.
"The owner of a boat ought to know how to run her!" suggested Frank.
"I bought the boat only a few days ago," replied Jamison.
"Look here," Frank said, as the boat gave another sickening whirl, "I can run a boat all right. Shall I take hold?"
"No," replied Jamison sourly, "we've got to land!"
"But there is no place to land," urged Sam.
"There is a place on the point where the doctor lives," answered Jamison, "where we can land in a rowboat. I'm glad now that I brought the dinghy along with us. We can anchor the motor boat under the point and take refuge in the doctor's cabin until this storm blows over."
The boys were greatly disappointed at this decision on the part of Jamison, but they dare not argue the point with him for fear that he would suspect that they were watching his every movement.
In a few moments a dark bulk showed directly in front of the racing motor boat, and only the quick action of the man at the wheel prevented a collision with a bold headland which showed dimly under the light of the few stars which looked down from the cloudy sky.
In a moment the boys saw a light, and then Sam whispered to Frank: