"So we are but we will stop off at the Point, and feel the lay of the land first. We may get a line on the wild animals, you know."
"I like motor boating even better than sail boating, and I thought the Blowell was perfect." This was Cleo's comment on the Treddie's trip, as the launch skimmed over the river and bay, rejoicing in every wave presented to her bow.
"We won't get stuck on a sand bar, at any rate," reflected Louise. "This boat has power enough to push itself off."
"But we could get engine troubles," Neal warned. "Although I don't anticipate any such disaster. Which one of you girls lives in the Gordon house?" he asked presently.
"I do," said Grace. "Don't tell me they are coming back for anything?"
"No, not just that," replied Neal; "but Dick Gordon is my chum. He has been out with a yachting party all summer, the Altons of New York, you know, and I had a line from his last port. He will be back in about a week. I'm awfully anxious to see him. We have great times always, but he got in service, through the Canadian lines, and I got—left, so I haven't seen Dick since."
"They took very young boys in the Canadian service just before the armistice I know," said Cleo, "for my seventeen-year-old brother ran over there, and got the 'wings' the day before Peace Day."
"Yes, that is how Dick made it," explained Neal. "But now he's getting back, a little late but mighty welcome."
"I suppose he will want a look at his old room," said Grace. "It is just as he left it, I believe."
"Yes, Dick has a hobby for sea stuff, and his marine room was his pride. But he won't bother you folks any; he isn't that sort," said Neal.