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Then again, a motorboat is so much swifter than a submarine that the advantage is all with the motorboat." "By Jove, sir! the way you explain it I can see the advantages," said Jack eagerly. "And so can I," agreed Frank. Lord Hastings smiled. "You are easily convinced," he replied.
"And you'll never have a more interesting case," Grell declared. "No, indeed! You'll see cases, come you go to college, but none more interesting, and if we've pulled him through, you'll never have better reason for satisfaction." The two got into a little motorboat and went bounding and rocking in the wind and waves toward the town behind the levee on the far bank.
As the little motorboat nosed its way into the harbor, several others dashed forward, with guns bared and alert figures standing ready for action. It was not until Lord Hastings had been satisfactorily identified that the warlike atmosphere disappeared. The two lads looked about curiously. The bay was black with the little craft. "Great Scott!
They were soon back in the large canopied motorboat, and Miss Ladd gave instructions to the pilot. The latter cranked his engine, took his place at the wheel, and backed the vessel away from the landing.
It may be well to state here that the Black Bear, the Boy Scout motorboat, was a specially constructed vessel, built by Harry's father for river work. The materials were light yet strong, and the boat could easily be taken apart and put together again when occasion required.
He stood there in his majesty while Terabon stooped unnoticed in the engine pit of the motorboat. Not till she had run down near enough to throw a line did she take her eyes off the mountain parson, and then she turned and looked into the eyes, dumb with misery, of the other man, Terabon. Her cheeks, red with her exertions, turned white.
You can drive me to the airport at Cambridge and pick me up when I come back. That will leave you a car, and you can use the motorboat for exploring or for fishing. If you feel like skin diving, you can try for rock or hardheads off the northern tip of Taylors Island, right at the mouth of the river. Did you bring gear?" "The whole set," Rick replied. "Lungs, compressors, guns, and even suits."
Instantly he thought of the motorboat. It would save them. But Donaster and his companion had thought of it first and were already on board. The rope was almost untied when Donaster called to him. "Come with us. This is our only chance. Hustle." Only for a second did Eben hesitate. He was young and life was dear. But he must not leave.
It was unmistakably a motorboat. "Some camper," suggested Dave. "It sounds more like trouble," declared Phil, a significant accent on the word. "The enemy, I bet, and trying to cut us off." "Well, we've got a big start on them. They're a long way off" again Dave volunteered. "You mean you're a long way off.
The thing was becoming more complicated. A short distance ahead there now loomed up what appeared to be nothing more than a motorboat of considerable size. The rowboat approached this craft and the officer motioned his three companions to follow him aboard. They did so.
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