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Updated: June 19, 2025
Burnham stood upon the river Crouch, which Dawson had heard of as a famous resort for motor-boats. His eyes gleamed, and he threw up his head, which had been bent over the map. "The man shall have his leave," murmured he. "But I don't think it will be his mother who is buried." Just at that moment in came Froissart, looking, as Dawson at once remarked, merry and bright.
They raced over the roads and beaches in autos, and over the water in swift motor-boats; they dressed themselves half a dozen times a day, they fed themselves upon rich and costly foods, they gambled and gossiped and drank and wantoned their time away.
And yet, here they were hurrying toward the two motor-boats, as though they might indeed have some desperate idea in view. Perhaps they meant to capture the boats, so as to insure their escape from the rising waters. And then again, it seemed at least possible that they might want to keep the scouts from telling what strange things they had seen.
Sometimes the ambulances blocked the quay and the wounded and frost-bitten were lifted into the motor-boats, and sometimes a squad of marines lined the landing stage, and as a coffin under a French or English flag was borne up the stone steps stood at salute. So crowded was the harbor that the oars of the boatmen interlocked.
True, there were not many on Lake Carlopa, but there were some, and one of the few motor-boats might be out in spite of the bad weather. "Guess I'll not run at full speed," decided Tom. "I wouldn't like to crash into the RED STREAK. We'd both sink." So he did not run his motor at the limit and sat at the steering-wheel, peering ahead into the fog for the first sight of another craft.
Early the following morning a man skilled in all the uncertain ways of motor-boats arrived in response to the summons of the officials and in a brief time he discovered that there was nothing seriously wrong with the Black Growler. Indeed, within a few minutes he was racing the swift little motor-boat over the waters of Lake Ontario, which now was calm once more.
The cobbled way on either side of the water, the curious little shops with sailors' and ships' wares, old gabled houses, fishing and cargo boats with their forests of masts, the little puffing motor-boats plying to and fro all serve to make a distinctive picture. On another canal-side the fish-market is held every morning.
Then rockets began to rush aloft, starring the black void with iridescent fire; and everybody went to the lawn's edge where, below on the bay, a dozen motor-boats, dressed fore and aft with necklaces of electric lights, crossed the line at the crack of a cannon in a race for another trophy.
He would work in an automobile agency there; later he would go to Detroit, and within a few years be president of a motor company, rich enough to experiment with motor-boats and to laugh at Howard Griffin or any other Platonian. So he sketched his conquering entrance into New York.
"Fine job," laughed George. "Did you like it?" "I liked the job all right," replied Sam, "but I didn't like our foreman. I quit on account of him." "What was wrong with him?" "Everything," said Sam quietly. "So that was why you left and came up here to work on motor-boats was it?" "Yes," answered Sam. "That foreman was the hardest man to get along with I ever saw.
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