“A plan that ought to work, unless I miss my guess, at least till we get the dope on Mr. Nevens and his crowd.”
John was consumed with curiosity.
“Batten down the main hatches and show the cook the door—give us the plan before I bust!” he cried.
“First, we’ll buy some white paint at Zenith Village, John, and at daybreak paint the sloop white. We’ll keep the sails furled, except the jib.”
“Except the jib?” asked John, mystified.
“Sure—we’ll take that off, and also the bowsprit!”
“I get it!” John said, admiringly. “You’re going to re-rig the Water Witch!”
“Exactly. But first, I want to disguise her till we can get a Marconi mast, new sails, and a chance to paint the underbody and the top sides.”
“The name, Stan!” warned John.
“Of course, we’ll have to change the name. Too bad, too, because I like the one she has!”