"A shark! Great Caesar's ghost! What will become of him? Why, the brute is carrying our pard off! There he goes, faster and faster, and headed straight out toward the open gulf! Jerry, let him go!" called Will in his excitement.
Jerry, in the little cockleshell of a dinghy, was whirling past as this cry rang out. He turned to wave a hand at his chums, and they heard him singing:
"A life on the ocean wave for me, my boys!"
CHAPTER XII
THE BREAKDOWN OF THE MOTOR
"Say! he's going off, dead sure!" exclaimed Will, in distress.
"He certainly seems to be having a free ride out to sea," remarked Frank.
"But that little craft will upset, and let him drown, Frank! Can't you stop him from such mad capers?" continued the other.
Frank put his hands up to his mouth in such fashion that they formed a sort of megaphone, and allowed his voice to carry far.
"I say, Jerry!" he bawled.