The girls started for the cabin door, but paused midway as they heard the approach of a motor boat near the fisherman’s little dock.
“Wait,” suggested Cora. “That may be the boys now.”
CHAPTER XXV
THE PLOTTERS ARRIVE
“What’s the trouble?” asked one of the four men in the boat that had come to the rescue of Jack and his chums. “Engine broken, or are you out of gasoline?”
“We’ve got gas, but there may be water in it,” replied Dray. “I watched the fellow when he filled the tank, though, and he used the chamois all right.”
“You can’t always go by that,” said another of the accommodating strangers. “There’s an awful sight of poor gasoline being palmed off nowadays. Have you got a long rope?”
“We sure have,” answered Jack. “It’s mighty good of you to stop and give us a tow.”