The three boys entered a restaurant, ate a substantial meal, and then continued their tour of inspection. A building with an arched entrance, painted in white and gold, attracted their attention. It was a moving picture show, and, having plenty of time, they concluded to go in.
The mishaps of a bicycle rider, the moving throngs at a seaside resort, and several other scenes from actual life were interestingly displayed, all of which the boys heartily enjoyed.
By a roundabout course, the three proceeded from street to street until they again found themselves approaching the waterfront, after which, they immediately returned to the wharf where the "Rambler" was tied.
Sam Randall and Dick Travers were anxiously awaiting their arrival. Both had made good use of the time, cleaning their guns and arranging various odds and ends in suitable places. The pair immediately went on shore.
During their absence, the groceries and gasoline arrived, and when the latter had been safely placed in the tank, Bob and his companions devoted their attention to sending off cards and letters.
As soon as Dick and Tom returned, the trip was resumed. They had scarcely passed under the railroad bridge when the "Nimrod" came dashing furiously along, Nat and his megaphone helping to attract attention to it.
"Those 'Ramrods' don't seem able to stick by themselves, do they?" remarked Bob, dryly.
"I should say not," grinned Sam. "But I bet they won't try any more funny tricks on us."
Bob did not hurry the "Rambler," mainly on account of numerous boats which were passing and repassing, but the Trailers swerved first one way and then the other, tore at full speed around any craft that happened to be in the way, and never even deigned to answer the remarks which came from all quarters.
"Hello, there in the tub!" cried Nat, as the "Nimrod" drew up alongside of them and reduced speed.