GORDON BRADDOCK.
New York, February 14, 1917.
Rex Kingdon on Storm Island.
CHAPTER I.
THE MENACE OF THE LAW.
"What's that noise? Say, Pudge, wake up and take a look."
"Hey? What noise?" stammered Pudge MacComber, startled out of serene slumber.
"Hear it? Sounds like a lot of soda-water bottles popping. Take a squint, Lazy."
The fat youth might have returned the compliment. Ben Comas lay on his back in the shade and did not even remove the cap over his eyes. Pudge, however, knew his cousin too well, and was too much in his debt, to file any objection to this command. Heaving a sigh, he struggled heavily to his feet. As he did so he became aware of a half-muffled put, put, put-a-put rising from the water which the camp site overlooked.
"Why, that's a motorboat!" he exclaimed before spying the craft in question.