“How long have we been in making this splendid run from Philadelphia?” Herb asked a little later, as Jack was jotting down some notes of the day’s run in his logbook.
“Nearly three months, all told, counting our numerous stops,” was the reply; “or it will be that when we get to New Orleans. December is nearly over now; Christmas has gone by, and the New Year only a few days away.”
“Well, I haven’t kept exact track, to tell the truth,” Herb went on; “but I guessed it must be about that. Do you want to know how? Why, you remember that on our very first night out, the moon was just four days old?”
“That’s a fact,” spoke up George; “for I can recollect noticing it up in the western heavens, and wishing it would hurry along, so as to give us more light nights.”
“Well, this is about the dark of the moon now,” added Herb, triumphantly.
“No use for Herb to ever own a watch again,” laughed Josh. “He just prides himself on being able to tell the time of day by the sun; and now he’s shown us how he can find out what day of the month it is by the moon. Pretty soon he’ll be using the stars to tell his age, and when he cut his first tooth. Once you start in along that line, there’s just no limit to what you can do, I reckon, eh, Herb?”
“Well, all I can say, fellows,” quoth Jack, as he slapped his logbook shut, and glanced around at the sunburned and healthy looking faces of his five good camp-mates, “is that we’ve surely had the time of our lives on this dandy voyage; and no matter what happens next, we’re never going to forget the glorious runs our little fleet of motor boats have made outside, and in, along the whole coast, from the frozen North to the Sunny South!”
“Hear! hear!” shouted Josh, enthusiastically waving his hat above his head.
“You never spoke truer words, Jack,” remarked George, with deep feeling. “It’s sure been the happiest time of my whole life; or would have been,” he hastily added, while a slight frown broke over his face, “only for the trouble that blessed old motor gave me every little while.”