“She’s sure a beauty,” Jack thought as he gazed at the boat’s graceful lines.
He at once set to work lowering her to the water and had just finished when Bob arrived.
“You didn’t lose any time getting up here,” Jack said.
“Seventeen minutes exactly.”
“Then I beat you by a minute,” Jack laughed. “But did you think to bring up a cell?”
“Two of ’em,” Bob replied taking two brass cylinders, about half large again as those which they had used for the radio outfits, from his inside coat pocket.
It was the work of but a moment to slip one of the cells in place and in less than ten minutes they were ploughing through the waters of the lake, Jack at the helm while Bob lounged in the stern his hand within reach of the switch which controlled the speed of the boat.
“Isn’t this simply glorious?” Bob asked as he pushed the switch over another notch.
“It sure is the life,” Jack agreed enthusiastically, as he headed the boat down the lake.
“I wonder just how far these pocket radios are going to be good for,” Bob said pushing the switch over still another point.