CHAPTER IX
A TEST OF SPEED
At the sight of the motor boys, Noddy started and seemed to turn back.Bill Berry, however, was troubled by no such timidity. He pushedforward while his companion hung back.
"What do you fellows want here?" asked Bill in no gentle tones. "Areyou spying on us? If you are you'd better look out, that's all!"
"We're not 'spying' on you as you call it," said Jerry. "As for beinghere, I guess we have as much right to come here after a plate of creamas you have. And we didn't see anything blue either," he added.
"What do you mean by that?" demanded Bill Berry in excited tones.
"Just what I said," replied Jerry in a calm voice. "The last time yousaw us you wanted to know whether we had seen anything blue. I thoughtI'd tell you now that we did not see anything of such a shade, to saveyou asking a question. But we may see it any day. When we do we'll letyou know."
The effect of this talk seemed greatly to excite Bill. He turned firstpale, then red. He tried to speak but the words failed him.
"Look here!" he finally exclaimed. "I'd like to know what you mean. Ifthe Blue--"
"Keep still!" exclaimed Noddy. "Come on Bill. Don't have anything to dowith the sneaks."
"Look here!" burst out Ned. "You keep your names to yourself, NoddyNixon, and speak civilly of us or you'll find yourself in deeper waterthan the day that you fell into the river!"
Noddy's face became red at the recollection of his humiliation at thehands of the motor boys.
"I'll pay you for that yet!" he exclaimed. "I'm not likely to forgetit. You'd better look out. Me and Bill--"
"Keep quiet, you lunk-head!" exclaimed Bill in a hoarse whisper. "Who'stalking too much now? Do you want them to--" and then, fearing that hemight say too much Bill fairly dragged Noddy out of the door with him.
For a few moments the boys stood in silence. They could hear Noddy andBill walking down the path that led to the river, their feet crunchingthe gravel.
"I wonder how they came here," said Bob.
"Let's watch 'em and see how they leave," said Jerry. "We'll get a lineon 'em then."
Going to the door of the pavilion they saw Noddy and Bill get in amotor boat that was tied at the edge of the float. It was a littlecraft, hardly more than a rowboat with a small "kicker" gas engine init. Noddy got in the bow to steer, and Bill cranked up. After a numberof loud wheezes and chugs the boat started down the river.
"Little one cylindered affair," said Bob in contemptuous tones.
"Never mind, they may make trouble enough for us with it, even if ithas only one cylinder," put in Jerry. "It don't move very fast, to besure," as he watched the craft glide slowly down the stream, "but youcan bet Noddy has some object in having such a poor boat when he couldafford a better one. He's up to some game, I haven't the least doubt. Iwish I could get on to it."
"Do you think he has any plan for making trouble for us?" asked Ned.
"Judging from what we overheard a little while ago, I would say hehas," spoke Jerry.
"Well, I think Jerry's right," agreed Ned. "It seems that Bill hassomething to hide. I wonder what he's always talking about somethingblue for?"
"Did you notice he always gets as far as the word 'blue'?" asked Jerry."Then he stops as if he was going to mention something more, butcatches himself just in time."
"I wonder if it's blue diamonds, blue moon, or blue feelings," spokeBob.
"Maybe it's a blue bird," put in Ned with a laugh. Though he spokeoff-hand the time was coming when his words were destined to beremembered with peculiar significance.
As the _Dartaway_ was chugging along towards home on second speed theboys heard, from behind, the exhaust of another boat, that, to judge bythe explosions, was coming along at a rapid clip.
"Hello!" exclaimed Jerry who was steering. "I didn't know there wereany other motor boats around here but ours and Noddy's."
"That's a dandy, all right," spoke Ned, as he looked the approachingcraft over from bow to stern. "She is going some. I wonder if we couldbeat her. Try, Jerry."
Jerry was not unwilling to have a little test of speed with thestranger craft. It came on steadily, the explosions making almost acontinuous roar. In the boat which was soon opposite the _Dartaway_,were two men. The boat was new, and, in the gathering dusk the boyscould read the name on the bow, _Terror_.
"Rather piratical," said Ned in a low voice.
The men in the _Terror_ glanced curiously at the _Dartaway_ as the twocraft came opposite. One of them spoke to the other in a low voice.Then the one at the wheel adjusted the engine and the _Terror_ leapedahead. The two boats were now on even terms.
The two men could be seen smiling slightly as they glanced across atthe craft the boys were in. Jerry settled himself at the wheel, andtelling Ned to see to the engine, and keep it well oiled, he preparedfor the race, which had been tacitly agreed to.
For a few minutes the two boats were running so nearly alike that,looking from one to the other, both seemed to be standing still. Thenslowly, very slowly, the _Terror_ began to creep away. Jerry opened thethrottle a trifle, and the _Dartaway_ edged up on her rival.
"They needn't think they can leave us behind in that way," spoke Ned."We haven't begun to go yet."
Nor, did it appear, had the _Terror_, either. From time to time thesteersman glanced at the _Dartaway_, and, as he saw her keeping evenwith him he speeded up his motor a trifle. But Jerry was not to beoutdone, and he did not let the other boat gain an advantage.
"Do you think we can beat him?" asked Andy in a low tone, too impressedby the race to talk at his usual rate.
"It's a question of engines now," said Jerry. "Ours is at the limit."
So, it appeared, was the _Terror's_. For some time the two men had beencontent with merely keeping a straight course, and oiling their motor.
But now, aided either by having gotten into a place where the currentwas a little swifter, or her motor making a few more explosions aminute, the _Dartaway_ began to forge ahead. At first it was only bythe closest observation that it could be seen. But, in a little while,the nose of the boys' boat was three inches past the _Terror's_. Thenthis increased to ten, to twenty, until, about a mile above Cresville,the _Dartaway_ was a length ahead of her rival.
"We're beating 'em!" cried Ned in his exultation.
"I think so. We certainly are shooting along," agreed Jerry.
An instant later the motor of the _Dartaway_, with a wheezing cough,began to slow up. Then with a final explosion, as if in protest, itstopped altogether. The craft at once lost headway, and the _Terror_sprang forward and passed her, winning the impromptu speed contest.
"Well, if this isn't the limit!" exclaimed Jerry. "I wonder what's thetrouble now."
Ned was frantically trying to get the motor to start again.
"Seems as if there was no gasolene," he said.
Jerry quickly opened the forward tank, and thrust a measuring stickdown.
"That's what's the trouble!" he exclaimed. "Not a drop in the tank. Weforgot all about filling it."
The _Terror_, after continuing on for about an eighth of a mile hadturned and was coming swiftly toward the _Dartaway_. When she wasalongside, the steersman quickly reversed his motor and the craft,trembling like a frightened thoroughbred, came to a stop.
"In trouble?" asked the man at the wheel pleasantly. "You have a mightyfine boat there. I hope she hasn't broken down. You had us beaten."
"The gasolene has given out," said Jerry.
"Shall we give you a tow to Cresville?" the steersman went on. "That'sas far as we're going."
"We'd be much obliged if you would," spoke Jerry. "Does your boatbelong there?"
"I think it will after to-night, boys," said the man at the motor. "Howare you? Came near beating us," and he took off the cap that had shadedhis face.
"Why it's Chief Dalton!" exclaimed Ned, as he and the others recognizedthe head of the Cresville police force. "What in the world are youdoing here, chief?"
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