but the facts belong to Lanky, and I'll let him tell," he remarked.
"Well, here he is to speak for himself," declared Minnie, as the launch gently ran up on the shelving beach, or rather as close to the water's edge as was possible.
The boy who had been driving the Red Fox immediately sprang ashore.
"Hello! folks! I saw you here before you signaled, but didn't want to butt in," he exclaimed, cheerfully.
His face was streaked with dried blood, and when he grinned there was a trace of pain in his action.
"Whatever have you been doing, Lanky, to get such a scratched face?" asked Helen, surveying him in dismay.
"I suppose I do look kind of tough; but I didn't take the time to wash up after the circus, you see," he explained.
"Circus?" echoed Minnie, a puzzled expression upon her pretty face.
"Sure, and it was a jim dandy one, too. If you think I look bad you just want to take a peep at the other fellow, that's all. He's a screamer!"
Frank saw the direction of Lanky's glance, and had a sudden idea. He sprang forward so that he could look over the gunwhale of the motor-boat.
