“You’re right once in your life, Jack,” acknowledged Fred. “That’s just what it is and it’s coming straight toward the place where we are.”
“So you had all your crying for nothing. It doesn’t pay to give up when there’s still any chance to go ahead.”
“We’ll wait and see. Perhaps we’ll know more an hour from now than we do just at this minute.”
Eagerly the boys watched the coming of the motor-boat. It steadily became more distinct and not many minutes had elapsed before both boys were convinced that the little boat was nearly of the size of the Gadabout. Then they were able to distinguish two men on board, one at the wheel and one seated in the stern.
“I thought at first it might be the Gadabout,” said Fred in a low voice.
“So did I,” joined in John. “I can see now that it isn’t.”
“So can I. What do you suppose it is?”
“I haven’t the remotest idea. If we wait long enough we’ll find out.”
“What do you suppose that boat is coming here for?” inquired Fred.
“That’s another thing you’ll have to wait to find out. You’re a great lad. You make me think of what the headmaster said the other day.”