“We didn’t,” explained Captain Anderson. “We made her just as you see her in the picture, and she did what her designer planned,—paid no attention to bars and reefs. She even gave the Valkaria a black eye, making sixteen miles on smooth water. But—”
“But what?” interrupted Andy.
“Everything was all right but the braces, the catamaran part. The first gale that hit her twisted her to pieces.”
[CHAPTER IV]
THE SEQUEL OF THE AERO-CATAMARAN
Andy’s busy brain was full of the aero-catamaran and the wonderful engine, but, mindful of his mother’s admonition, he restrained his enthusiasm. It was agreed that all should start for the late home of the boy’s eccentric uncle as soon as Mrs. Anderson’s morning work was done.
“We’ll use both the little boats,” explained the generous captain. “I’ll take the ladies in one, and we’ll tow the other one with Andy and the baggage for cargo.”
The moment breakfast was over Andy managed to get the captain into the boathouse again that he might see the propellers—for he was still thinking. These, with the engine shaft, chain drives, steering wheel, and rudder wires had also been preserved.
“Are you thinkin’ o’ tryin’ to rig her up again?” asked the captain, as Andy began a close examination of the parts.