“Oh, I’ll have to see George Clayton, and fix it up some way,” laughed Jack. “We must back Norman to the finish in this affair—eh, Joe?”
“That’s one of our jobs; but are we standing here for our health, or to ornament the landscape?”
“Right you are; let’s walk around a bit.”
Not far away, they found the principal street, running straight back from the river. At the foot of this was the ferry landing, and, as the group came up, the Tarrytown boat was swinging rapidly in.
“Solid-looking craft,” remarked Aleck.
“Has to be,” said Jack. “Guess it’s nearly four miles across, and once in a while they run up against some pretty bad storms.”
The boys found much to interest them. The neat dwellings, surrounded by pretty gardens; the stores, and a fire house, all claimed their attention.
At an automobile supply store, Jack left an order for an ample quantity of gasoline, to be delivered that afternoon.
The situation of Nyack is very charming, and the boys did not wonder that it has become quite a popular summer resort.
In about an hour, they were back at the house-boat, but Norman had not yet returned.