He made a slight adjustment in the carburetor to get a few more revolutions per minute from the flywheel and then the four settled back for the chase.
Tom’s statement about their speed proved true. In a short time it was discerned that his craft was overhauling the other. The three men could be plainly seen now, and a muffled object could be made out in the bottom of the boat.
“Bless my cranberry sauce, there’s Ned!” cried Mr. Damon.
“I hope so,” murmured Tom.
The chase was now becoming exciting. Every moment they were drawing nearer the fleeing boat.
“Hold on there, you fellows!” shouted Tom. “We want to speak to you!”
“Haven’t got time!” sneered one of the three rascals. “See you later!”
Suddenly the boat in front swerved off to one side. But Tom was ready for this and shifted his own wheel to intercept the other craft.
“Look out! Rocks!” suddenly cried Mr. Damon.