But Toby shook his head. “I’d rather not do that, sir. I—I’d be afraid I wouldn’t ever want to give her up again!”
“By Jove, I believe you’re right! You’d better tow her home with you. If you leave her around here I might steal her. She’d be a constant temptation to dishonesty! Take her away! Take her away!”
Mr. Trainor gestured dramatically.
“I’ll pull her around and get the line to the launch,” said Toby soberly. “Wasn’t it a shame to smear that old gray paint on her, sir? Will it ever come off again all right?”
“Oh, yes, a painter can take that off. She’d have to be revarnished, of course. I tried to see her name under the paint, but couldn’t.”
Presently the boys said good-by to their hosts, receiving three very hearty invitations to come again, and, with the stolen launch swaying gracefully behind the Turnover, set off for Greenhaven.
CHAPTER VIII
THE HIDDEN NAME
Toby was very silent, but the fact that he spent most of his time looking back at the tow indicated where his thoughts were. Arnold, less affected by the beauty of the speed launch, was eager to get the morning papers and see whether she was advertised.