They even did more absurd things, such as the talcum powder act, while Jack spouted some Latin verses at the forward cylinder. But the motor refused to mote.
“And, all the while, we’re going out to sea,” remarked Walter.
“Out to sea to see what we can see,” said Jack.
“Oh, hush-a-bye-baby on the jokes,” exclaimed Dray, a bit petulantly. “If ever I buy a speed boat again you’ll know it! A good old-fashioned make-and-break motor for mine after this—one you can depend on.”
“Haven’t you an oar or a paddle?” asked Ed.
“Not a thing that we could use to work against the tide,” answered Dray, gloomily. “There’s a boat hook, but that isn’t any better than a straw. I left the oars out after the man got through fixing the motor to-day. He said I wouldn’t need them.”
“The regard that individual has for the truth is something scandalous!” said Walter, grimly. “I shall acquaint him with the fact on my return.”
“When we do return,” returned Jack, gloomily.
“Oh, we’re bound to be picked up—sooner or later,” declared Walter.
“Mostly later,” went on Jack, more gloomily.