IN A MOTOR BOAT
Several days after this, during which time the boys had, under the
escort of the three girls, visited many places of interest, Rose
suggested they make a trip on the bay.
“But what can we go in?” asked Bob. “We haven’t any boat.”
“We have several rowing skiffs,” said Nellie. “I know they are not as
fine as your _Dartaway_, but you can have a nice time. The fishing is
good, and it is very pleasant on the water.”
“It would be pleasant wherever you girls were,” said Ned, with an
attempt at gallantry.
“Thank you!” exclaimed Nellie, making a low, bow.
“You’re improving, Ned,” remarked Jeer, critically. “In time you’ll be
able to go out in polite society.”
“Oh, is that so’?” remarked Ned, sarcastically, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” retorted Jerry, bowing low.
“Oh, stow that away for use at some future time,” advised Bob. “Come
on, if we’re going out in a boat.”
There was a little wharf, at which the Seaburys kept a couple of
rowboats, and, as six were too many to go into one craft, Nellie and
Jerry occupied the smaller, while Bob and Ned, Olivia and Rose, got
into the other.
“Where shall we go?” asked Ned.
“Oh, row around anywhere,” replied Jerry. “We’ll have to get used to
oars, we haven’t handled ’em in quite a while.”
The boys soon found that the skill with which they had formerly used
the ashen blades, before the era of their motor boat, was coming back
to them, and they sent the skiffs around the bay at fairly good speed,
the two crafts keeping close together.
“This is something like work,” announced Jerry, as he rested on his
oars, and let the boat drift with the tide, which was running in.
“That’s what it is,” declared Ned. “I wish—”
“Thank you!” exclaimed Olivia. “I’m sure we’re very sorry that we have
given you so much work. We didn’t know we were so heavy; did we girls?”
“No, indeed!” chimed in Rose. “If you will kindly row us back to shore,
we’ll get out and you boys can go where you please. Work! The idea!”
“Oh, I say now!” cried Ned, alarmed at the effect of his words. “I
didn’t mean—Jerry didn’t mean—we—”
“Of course not!” added Jerry. “I only said—”
“You said it was hard work to row us around,” declared Nellie in rather
icy tones.
“Well I meant—you see since we had a motor boat—that is I—we—it’s
rather—”
“Now don’t try to get out of it and make it worse,” advised Olivia. “We
know what you said, and what you meant.”
“I didn’t say anything,” put in Bob, with an air of virtue.
“Good reason,” declared Jerry. “You’re so busy eating that cocoanut
candy that you didn’t have time to speak. Besides you’re not rowing.”
“Oh, has he got cocoanut candy!” cried Nellie. “Give me some and we’ll
forgive you for the rude way you and Ned spoke, Jerry. Won’t we girls?”
“Of course,” chorused Olivia and Rose.
“I—I didn’t know you cared for cocoanut candy,” declared Bob, rather
ashamed that he had not, before this, offered the girls some.
“Oh, don’t we though!” exclaimed Nellie. “Just you pass some over and
you’ll see, Bob,” for the two boats had drifted close together.
Bob, who had purchased a big bag full of the confection, before they
had started for the row, passed it over, and the girls helped
themselves generously.
“Take it all,” advised Ned, who, perhaps, felt a little vindictive at
Bob, because of that youth’s lucky escape from displeasing the girls by
unfortunate remarks.
“No, thank you, we don’t want to rob him,” said Olivia.
At that moment a shrill whistle sounded just behind the rowboats and
the girls turned around to see what it was. Ned and Jerry, from the
position in which they sat to handle the oars had seen a motor boat
approaching, and they had stopped using the blades to watch its
approach.
“Oh, that’s the _Ripper!”_ exclaimed Rose. “And Charlie Farson is all
alone in her. Maybe he’ll give us a ride.”
“Who is Charlie Farson?” asked Jerry of Nellie.
“He’s a friend of Rose. He lives in San Francisco, but he is staying
with his uncle at a bungalow about two miles from where we are. He owns
that motor boat, and it’s the biggest and fastest on this part of the
coast. Sometimes he takes us out with him. I hope he does so now. He’s
headed right this way.”
“Um,” grunted Jerry, not altogether pleased that a young fellow with a
motor boat should come along, and claim the girls who, of course, would
naturally prefer a power craft to one propelled by oars.
Rose waved her handkerchief and, in answer the captain of the _Ripper_
sent out three shrill blasts as a salute.
“Oh, isn’t that fine! He’s coming over here!” exclaimed Rose. “I’ll
introduce you boys to him.”
Neither Ned nor Bob looked very pleased at the prospect of meeting a
youth who might be a rival in entertaining the girls, but there was no
help for it.
On came the _Ripper_, and, as she approached, the motor boys could not
help admiring her. The craft was powerful and swift, much more so than
the _Dartaway_ had been. It was considerably larger, too, and had an
enclosed cabin.
“That’s a dandy!” exclaimed Jerry in spite of himself.
“It’s a peach!” was Ned’s half-spoken comment.
“All to the mustard!” came Bob’s characteristic comment.
“Want a ride, or a tow?” called Charlie Farson, when he got within
hailing distance, and he slowed down his craft.
“I guess we’ll ride, if you’ll tow our boats,” replied Rose, for she
knew the young fellow fairly well.
“All right, come aboard.”
By this time the _Ripper_ was quite close, and, in another moment it
had come alongside of the boat containing Rose, Olivia, Ned and Bob.
“These are some friends of ours from the east,” said Rose, introducing
Ned and Bob, “There’s another one, in that boat with Nellie,” she went
on, telling Jerry’s name.
“I’m sure I’m glad to meet you all,” said Charlie Farson, with such
good nature, that the boys could feel no resentment toward him. “Come
aboard, and we’ll go for a spin. I guess it will be best to anchor your
two boats here and you can pick them up when we come back. We can make
better time then.”
“Oh, your boat always makes good time,” complimented Nellie, as she
made her way to the cabin of the _Ripper. _ “That’s the only objection
I have. You run her so fast that if you ever hit anything it would sink
your boat before you had time to jump overboard.”
“But I’m not going to hit anything,” declared Charlie.
He tied the two rowboats together, the other boys helping him, and then
anchored them with a small, spare kedge he carried on his craft.
“All ready?” he asked, looking to see that his passengers were
comfortably seated.
“Already, Captain Charlie,” answered Rose.
“Here we go then,” and Charlie threw in the dutch of the engine, that
had not ceased working.
The _Ripper_ fairly flew away, so suddenly that Bob, who was near the
stern, nearly toppled overboard.
“Look out!” cried Charlie.
“Oh, I’m looking out now,” said Bob. “Say, but she can go!”
“Yes, she has some speed,” modestly admitted Charlie.
He turned on more gasolene and advanced the spark still further, so
that the boat increased her rate, piling up waves of white foam on
either side.
They had a fine trip about the bay, the girls and boys thoroughly
enjoying themselves, the latter being particularly interested in the
engine part of the craft. The motor boys told the other lad of the
_Dartaway_ and how the craft had been destroyed.
“My, but I certainly would like to run this boat,” announced Jerry with
a sigh. “She’s a dandy!”
“Maybe you’ll get the chance,” said Charlie.
“The chance? How? What do you mean?” asked Jerry, while his two chums
eagerly waited for Charlie’s answer.