"Let's hurry up, fellows," observed Nat. "I want to see if the 'Nimrod' is all right.
"Safe and sound!" he exclaimed, with satisfaction, when they finally came in view of the graceful motor boat lying at her moorings.
It was a beautiful day, and the bay was dotted with many kinds of craft.
"Somers, does your ultimatum still hold good?" asked Nat.
"We don't want you to keep on Clair Bay unless you feel like it," returned Bob.
"Then come back to the place where Hacky lammed the pussy cat."
"What's the use of that?" spoke up Dick. "I think we could have more fun by keeping on the bay."
"So do I," added Ted Pollock.
"Wish I could go on the trip," ventured Douglass, wistfully; "it must be fine."
"There's one thing we have to do," interrupted John Hackett; "that is, get some grub. Nine fellows can eat a sight of stuff; isn't that so, you sleepy 'pirate'?"