week. He had an aptitude for mechanics and he was satisfied that he would have a thorough understanding of his boat by the time they were ready to start.
"If the coast guards find two little boys like you roaming around in a great big motorboat they're likely to give you a spanking and send you back home," laughed Frank. "I'll bet you'll be back in Bayport inside of two days."
"Rats!" replied Chet, inelegantly, if forcefully. "If our grub holds out we'll be away more than the week."
"There's no danger of that. Not with you along," Joe remarked, and deftly dodged a wad of waste that Chet flung at him. Chet Morton's enormous appetite was proverbial among the chums.
"Just sore because you can't come along with us," Chet scoffed. "You know mighty well that the two of you would give your eyeteeth to be on this trip. Oh, well, we'll tell you all about it when we get back."
"A lot of comfort that will be!"
"A leak!" roared Chet suddenly, pounding Biff on the back. "The boat has sprung a leak. Get a pail!"
"What!" shouted Biff, in alarm, starting up from the wheel. Then, for the fifth time that afternoon, he realized that he had been fooled
