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The possibility of a new set of tents or the lumber for a motorboat appeals to me more than blowing the money in on a show; that is, it does when I stop and think soberly about it." "Right-o!" said Romper. "That's what I call common sense," asserted Nipper Knapp. "Just the way we all should look at it," insisted Bud Weir, leader of the Blue Heron patrol. "And if we were to sh! Listen, fellows!
Alice exclaimed, as she noticed Mr. Pertell beckon Captain Brisco to him. And when the girls reached the group they learned what was afoot. "Why yes, you'd have time for some pictures before the storm gets here," Captain Brisco was saying. "It's evidently going to be slow in breaking." "And it wouldn't be too rough for the motorboat?" asked Mr. Pertell. "Oh, no.
"Ah, a motorboat to follow us. Then there isn't so much danger," said Jack Jepson, and he seemed talking to himself. "Danger!" exclaimed Ruth. "What do you mean by that?" "Danger? Did I say danger, Miss?" he asked, and again Ruth was surprised at the strange look on his face. "You certainly did say it," she replied. "Well, I didn't mean it," he said, though he spoke with an obvious effort.
Pretty soon Flop, who was helping Uncle Wiggily with the motorboat, sniffed the air, grunted once or twice, and said: "I smell something good! I guess I'll go see what it is." "All right," said Curly, who was quite tired from having assisted his rabbit uncle to haul up the boat. "I'll stay here, Flop, and when you find the good thing that you smell, bring me some."
"I neveh 'lowed I'd be called to preach ag'in. Lawse! Lawse! What'll I say?" Carline ascended into the world again. It was a painful ascent, and when he looked around him, he recognized the interior of his motorboat cabin, heard and felt the throbbing of his motor, and discovered aches and pains that made his extremities tingle.
"You don't mean it, sir!" exclaimed Frank happily. "If he didn't mean it he wouldn't say so," Jack reproved his chum. "Oh, I know that," replied Frank. "But it seems too good to be true." "But just where are we bound now, sir?" asked Jack. "Well," said Lord Hastings, "at first we shall do a little cruising off the Irish coast. In fact, most of the motorboat fleet is in Irish waters.
And how they was all rescued by an old lobsterman who made two trips in a leaky tub of a motorboat out through a howlin' northeaster. And why, say, you don't mean to tell me you're Uncle Jimmy Isham, the hero?" "Sho!" says he. "Don't you begin all that nonsense again. I was pestered enough by the summer folks that next season.
It's another motorboat," Frank whispered. Jack nodded his head in the darkness, but did not reply. Less than a hundred feet from the enemy, Frank made out several forms forward. "This is close enough," he whispered to Jack. Jack shipped his oars and picked up his rifle. Frank did likewise. "You get the one on the left; I'll take the one on the extreme right," said Frank.
Had he done so, the negro might have taken the alarm, and declined to accompany him farther. Things had turned out well, after all. If he had a faculty for tumbling into a scrape, at least he was usually fortunate enough to get out again all right. Before the hour was really up they came out of the swamp, and in sight of the tied-up motorboat.
"Hello!" ejaculated Chet, suddenly grabbing up the glasses. "They have a passenger." "Who have?" queried Billy Long. "Lance and Reddy. Crickey! who have we here?" and then Chet began to laugh uproariously. He tossed the glasses to Short and Long. The latter looked at the motorboat for a moment, and then began to laugh, too. Some of the girls became interested, and they ran for their glasses.
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