“You said something, but what do you think of her folks?”
“They seem all right. Her mother is one fine lady if I’m any judge and her father is all to the mutton.”
“But I’ll bet she’ll yell if the ghost shows up.”
“Maybe.”
Helen was waiting on the wharf as they pushed the boat up and sprang in before they had time to help her.
“Isn’t this a dandy boat?” she cried.
The Loon was a twenty-foot boat equipped with a two cylinder Buffalo engine and Jacques had assured them that she would make fifteen miles an hour.
“All right. Turn her over,” Jack shouted as he pushed off from the wharf.
The engine caught at the first turn and in another moment they were speeding down the lake.
“This beats paddling,” Jack declared as he leaned back against the leather cushion.