“Great Scott!” cried Bob.
“Oh, sugar!” exclaimed Charlie, nervously. “What on earth does this mean, I wonder?”
“That we’re leaving it yards behind us, I suppose,” chuckled Bob. “Hello, captain; giving us a surprise, eh?”
Uncle Ralph was coming down the companionway.
“I thought you boys might like to see a motor yacht in action,” he laughed. “Bob, in your future accounts of adventures, you may add a description of a short trip on Lake Michigan.”
“On Lake Michigan?” gasped Charlie.
His face flushed slightly. Naturally he did not wish to be thought lacking in courage, but the prospect certainly failed to arouse his enthusiasm.
“That’ll be perfectly great!” cried Bob. “Thanks, captain. We’ll enjoy it immensely.”
“How about the time, though?” asked Blake, rather weakly.
“Don’t worry about that,” answered Uncle Ralph, “but come up on deck.”