“Just what I’m going to do; but the tide is against us, and we’ll never beat out your uncle’s auto.”
“Perhaps some constable will nab that chauffeur,” remarked Joe, hopefully.
“Autos are not much on swimming, are they?” suggested Tom Clifton. “And your uncle’s hasn’t any wings; so we needn’t worry. A little wireless conversation over the water won’t hurt.”
“When Uncle Dan gets his dander up, things are apt to hum,” said George, as he picked up Confuse-us by the nape of the neck, and examined his pudgy little face. “He’ll get back from the city about three, and then——”
“Scorching, and ‘pouf,’ again,” grinned Joe.
“You’ve hit it,” said George, with a laugh. “But until trouble begins I’m going to enjoy myself.”
Not far from Ossining, which is situated on the eastern shore, the boys saw a narrow strip of land jutting out into the river.
“Curious, isn’t it?” said Redfern.
The boys decided that it was. But they voted down a proposition to cross the stream.
“I no run away from any trouble,” said Joe, with a remarkable French accent.