" "That suits me. We can start camp life again
after the storm passes."
They started for Sandport that afternoon. When within about two
miles of the hotel dock Tom saw, just ahead of them, a small
motor-boat. Ned observed it too and called out:
"S'pose that's Andy looking for another race?"
"No, the boat's too small for his. We'll put over that way and
see who it is."
The other craft did not appear to be moving very rapidly and the
ARROW was soon overhauling it. As the two chums came nearer they
could hear the puffing of the motor. Tom listened with critical
ears.
"That machine isn't working right," he remarked to his chum.
At that moment there sounded a loud explosion from the other boat
and at the same time there came over the water a shrill cry of
alarm. "That's a girl in that boat!" exclaimed Ned. "Maybe she's
hurt."
"No, the motor only backfired," observed Tom. "But we'll go over
and see if we can help her. Perhaps she doesn't understand it.
Girls don't know much about machinery."
A little later the ARROW shot up alongside the other craft, which
had come to a stop. The two lads could see a girl bending over
the motor, twirling the flywheel and trying to get it started.
"Can I help you?" asked Tom, shutting off the power from his
craft.
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