Hank Butts had never before seen either Davis or Perkins, but he knew about them, all right. He knew that uniform, too, the same that he wore.
“Now, then—altogether!” yelled Hank. “Give it with a roar, boys!”
Powell Seaton stared in bewildered amazement. 187 So did officers, crew and others at the “Glide’s” rail and on her bridge.
For five lusty young Americans, all wearing the same uniform, all bronzed deeply with the tan that comes of the gale and the sun, all keen-eyed, quick and sure as tars ever are, roared in mighty chorus:
“M-B-C-K! M-B-C-K! Motor Boat Club! WOW!”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE FIRST KINK OF THE PROBLEM SOLVED
Again the roaring chorus rang out.