“There’s that chaffer in the boat, sure as you live!” he exclaimed.
“I see him,” said Roy.
“And that must be George Clayton’s guardian,” chimed in Fred Winter, excitedly, as he caught a glimpse of the Colonel’s military figure in the bow.
“H’m; and we thought the chauffeur had come alone,” murmured Bob.
“Hurry up!” cried Stiles. “The ‘Dart’s’ a faster boat than theirs; we’ll find out what those duffers are up to.”
“You bet we will!” yelled Roy. “Quick, you chaps!”
Sarcastic calls came from the Thornton crowd as the “Reindeer” drew rapidly away.
“Good-bye, little boys,” came in Bates’ loud voice. “So sorry to leave you.”
“Oh, you won’t leave us, even if we have a big crowd aboard,” yelled Bill Stiles. “Don’t worry.”
With a rush, the lads made for the “Dart,” and Fred Winter, who was as excited as he ever got to be, tumbled in last.