The Motor Boys on the Pacific - Or, the Young Derelict Hunters by Clarence Young
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but he did not come. My friend had to leave in a hurry, and just then
I heard the noise made by your boat, so I called to you. Did you hear a call?" "We heard some sort of a call," spoke up Bob, "but we thought it was--" "That was me," interrupted Blowitz, "I recognized the Ripper by the peculiar sound of the exhaust. I have quite a trick of recognizing boats that way. I was afraid you'd get past, so I called. But I didn't know you had the young ladies with you, or I would not have bothered you." "That's all right," said Jerry. "We were coming ashore anyhow." "You were? What for?" and Blowitz looked sharply at the boys. "Oh, I suppose you saw me and wanted to tell me you would accept my offer-- but excuse me, perhaps the young ladies--" "Oh, we have told them of it," answered Ned. "You can speak before them." "All right then. I was going to say perhaps you came in after seeing me, to tell me you had accepted my offer and would search for the derelict. Is that it?" "Well, we hadn't quite decided," replied Jerry. "What! Not decided!" exclaimed Blowitz. "Why I want you to start at once-- or-- that is-- to-morrow morning. I have just received news |
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