"It looks like—why it's a motor boat, and it looks as if it had seen hard usage."
"That's what I thought, and I'll miss my guess if that isn't the very boat that blew up when Paul Gale was in it."
"I believe you're right. Wait a minute." Andy disappeared, to return a moment later with a pair of powerful glasses. He focused the binoculars on the object trailing behind the sailing craft. Then he uttered a cry:
"It's the damaged motor boat! We're on the track of it again! Let's chase after it and see who has it!"
CHAPTER XV
ORDERED BACK
The wind had freshened and was now blowing at a lively rate. Andy and Frank sprang to the sails, even hoisting a small jib which they seldom used. But now they wanted all the speed they could get, for the craft which was towing the damaged motor boat was some distance away, and was rapidly drawing ahead.
"Can we catch her, do you think?" asked Andy, as he gave the tiller over to his brother.
"We've got to," was the answer with quiet determination. "Suppose you get something to eat while I handle the boat? We may not have time to cook anything after we come up to them."
"Are you going to come to close quarters?"