“Speed ’most makes a fellow dizzy,” smiled Bob.
“The only thing I’m surprised at is to find the boat going at all,” remarked Dave Brandon, staring solemnly at the water.
After skirting the shore for a short distance Jim swung the boat around, and she slowly chugged her way back to the starting-point.
“It’s all in good shape, young uns,” he remarked, with a smile of satisfaction. “Wish’t I was going along.”
“Mighty glad it’s been decided that we house-boat it,” chirped Tom. “Dandy fun. I’m glad your father didn’t object, Bob.”
“Bet you’ll scrap about the bunks,” said Jim.
“Not on your life.” Tom Clifton laughed. “Why, we’ll just roll ourselves up in blankets and flop down in any old corner.”
“Don’t you Ramblers ever sleep in beds?” queried Jim, with a wink.
“Only sometimes,” answered Tom, loftily.
“Then we’ll start on our trip to-morrow,” declared Jack Lyons, enthusiastically.