hurry," remarked the doctor's son, and indulged in a laugh, in which his chum joined.
The rest of the night passed without anything unusual happening. Early in the morning Whopper and Giant appeared and were told of what had occurred.
"Served 'em right," cried Giant. "Oh, I wish I had seen them," he added, with a broad grin.
"I don't think they'll try any such game again in a thousand years," said Whopper.
"Make it a million. Whopper," added the doctor's son.
Whopper and Giant had had breakfast and said good-bye to their folks and now Snap and Shep went off to get something to eat. By nine o'clock they returned and said they were ready for the start. The others already had the boat out and the outfit properly stored on board.
"All ready?" called out Snap, who was looked upon as the leader of the club.
"All ready," came from the others.
"Sure we haven't left anything behind—salt, mustard, vinegar, or canned soft-soap?"
"Maybe Whopper's left his shaving outfit behind," suggested Giant.
"Humph!" muttered the youth mentioned.
