marked, glancing up at the sky. "I guess we may as well go back."
The sky had clouded over in the past hour and the eastern sky was black, while scurrying masses of ragged clouds flew overhead before the stiffening wind. A few drops of water splashed into the boat, then came a gust of rain, followed by a light shower that passed over in a few minutes. The big motorboat that had crowded them had disappeared.
"A real storm coming up," Frank said. "Let's make for the boathouse."
The Envoy headed for Bayport.
"I'd like to tell those three fellows in that other boat what I think of them," declared Biff. "They got us into that jam. They were crowding me so close that I didn't have a chance to keep an eye on the sailboats."
"I still can't see why they drew up alongside," Joe observed. "They seemed mighty inquisitive. Gave us all the once-over."
Chet offered a solution.
"Perhaps they thought we were some one else and when they found out their mistake they went away."
"But they didn't go away," Frank pointed out. "They kept crowding us over. And one of them pointed at Biff."
"At me?"
"Yes."
