“I’m glad I don’t have to chaperone them,” remarked Aunt Susan.
Morning came, as it generally does. Jack and his chums got their own breakfast–in a more or less haphazard fashion–and then set off to the railroad depot to see about the motor boat.
It was safe in the freight office, and was eagerly inspected by the boys. For, while Cora and her motor girl chums really owned the dainty little craft, the young men felt that they had almost a proprietary interest in it.
“How are we going to get it over to the Cove?” asked Ed.
“On a truck, of course,” replied Jack. “Then we’ll knock off the cradle—”
“Rocked in the cradle of the deep!” burst out Walter.
“Where’s your permit to sing?” demanded Jack. “Stop it. Your swan song will come in handy when we launch the Pet.”
“Well, I guess this part of the work is strictly up to us,” remarked Norton, as he surveyed the boat. “And the sooner we get her into the water the sooner we can have a ride.”
“Right–oh!” exclaimed Jack. “I’ll ask the freight agent about a truck.”
That official told the boys where they could hire one, a certain man at the Cove making a specialty of moving boats.