ing and they’re all out of kilter. We’d better consult Higgins and find some one who can fix up that part of it.”
“She doesn’t look much as she did last summer,” said Chub disappointedly.
“Oh, she will when she gets in the water and we have her fixed up,” Dick replied. “How about painting her outside?”
They climbed down and had a look at her from the wharf, finally agreeing that a coat of white on the house was necessary. Then they found the boat builder and talked it all over with him. As soon as he found that there was a prospect of work to be done he was all attention. He agreed to take charge of the matter, paint her as directed, have the engine and batteries thoroughly gone over and deliver her at a certain dock in the North River, New York, in one week’s time.
“Of course he’s lying, too,” said Chub gloomily as they made their way out of the yard, “but it’s a sweet lie. I don’t suppose he will have her ready before the middle of July. Some one of us will have to come up here every day or so and get after him.”
