“I think they had explosives on board and that the jarring of the waves set them off.”
“Hm!” said Don. “That might be true.”
Early next morning Don tuned up the Foolemagin and went in search of the Flyaway. He found her piled up on the beautiful broad beach on Long Island. Save for a bump here and there and the loss of her mast, she was quite unharmed.
In a half hour’s time he had her pulled off and in tow.
“Get her in shipshape by noon,” he told Pearl over a belated breakfast. “Uncle Joe has a mast he took from an old boat. I’ll put it in and you can give her a tryout.”
It was during this tryout of the Flyaway that the three girls bumped square into the last great adventure of the season.
CHAPTER XX
THE CHASE
They had just circled the last pleasure yacht anchored before the island and were squared away for a trip down the bay, when their attention was attracted by a small motor boat apparently stranded in mid-channel.
“The ferry will run them down if they don’t watch out,” said Ruth, reaching for their ancient brass field glass.
“It—well, now what?” She dropped the glass to stare at the boat with the naked eye. “It’s your little friend the Secret Service man from Witches Cove,” she told Pearl. “There are three men with him and they seem no end excited. One is trying frantically to get the engine going. The other three are waving wildly at us. Head her in that way. Give her all the sail.”