“I will myself to your uncle report, and——”
“Don’t report any one else,” laughed Joe.
“By and by, I come for you with monsieur the Colonel,” went on Pierre, fiercely. “You say fired—fired, to me? Pouf—you see!” and, with another wave of his hand, the excited Frenchman was off, while the others stood gazing after his retreating form in silence.
CHAPTER XI
GEORGE GOES ALONG
“Well, what do you think of that?” exclaimed George, at length, with a disgusted look. “Doesn’t it beat all? Just as I thought I was going to have the jolliest kind of time, that poor Frenchy has to try to spoil the fun. I’m afraid he’ll do it, too.”
“But surely you told your uncle that you were coming on the house-boat?” put in Norman Redfern.
“I’ll explain in a second, Norm. Give your old dory a shove, Jack—that’s it. Whoa! This thing is most as bad as Bucephalus.”
In spite of his disturbed condition of mind and the dory’s apparent desire to move in every direction at once, George was landed safely on the “Gray Gull.”
From the distance came the faint toot of an automobile horn; the big red machine seemed to be fairly flying.