The boys felt no
longer cold, as they were so excited over what they had accomplished.
After some hard pulling, the captain drew up alongside of the yacht.
The rest of the scouts were eagerly awaiting his return.
"There's no wind," the captain remarked, "so that thing's got to tow us
out of this. I guess I know enough about an engine to handle that one
all right. Rod, you steer the yacht, while I manage that old tub."
Though the fog was still thick, the light of early morn was making
itself felt which was of much assistance as the captain scrambled on
board the motor-boat. It took him but a few moments to examine the
engine, start it, and head the boat out into the middle of the river,
with the _Roaring Bess_ and tender trailing behind. When everything
was going to his complete satisfaction, he leaned back and fairly shook
with suppressed laughter. He knew now that he had those rascals
prisoners for a few hours at least, and in that time much could be done.
The engine was of six horse-power, and the craft an ordinary
rafting-boat, built especially for towing. It accordingly made good
progress up the river, and in about an hour's time the captain was able
to pull up at Hillcrest wharf.
Pages:
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224