“Look at the moon just peeping up over yonder, fellows,” he observed, meaning to distract their attention.
“Just about full too,” remarked Jack. “Going to be a great night for a camp.”
“Makes me think of that moonlight race we had with the Flash,” George went on, his heart always set on the matter of speed and victories.
Night was just closing in, and the grand full moon was rising from the watery depths, so it seemed.
“There comes a motor boat down yonder,” remarked Herb. “See what a fine searchlight she has. No need of that, though, as soon as the moon gets fairly up.”
“Say, she’s just humping along to beat the band, I tell you!” declared Josh, as all eyes were turned to where the shadowy form of the advancing craft could be seen, growing plainer with every passing second.
“Oh! I don’t know,” instantly remarked George, who was unable to see much good in any small craft when his pet Wireless was around. “I should say she was doing just fairly, you know; but then she doesn’t have to hold back for any elephant.”
“That’s a mean hit, George,” said Herb, though he never changed his mind about his comfortable boat because of any slurs cast by his mates, who might come to envy him in bad weather.
“Look at her cut through the water, would you?” Josh went on. “The fellows aboard don’t intend to turn in here to stop over. Must be in a hurry to get somewhere, I guess.”