this was agreed to, although perry protested that as the charts showed a lifesaving station every five miles or so all down the shore it was a shame not to take a chance. ive always wanted to be taken off a sinking ship in a breechesbuoy, he said. would you mind being wrecked in the daytime? asked neil. id love to see you in a breechesbuoy, perry, and i couldnt if it was dark. lets all go up to the hotel for dinner, suggested wink wheeler. they have dandy feeds there, and maybe we can scare up some fun. any of you fellows like to bowl? first of all, said han, we want to see your boat, fellows. lets go over now. im ready for hotel grub if the rest of you are. can we all go, steve, or does someone have to stay behind and look after the boat? thats the crews duty, said phil gravely. well bring you back a sandwich, han. yes, a hansandwich, added perry. when he had been toppled backward down the after cabin steps harry corwin said that theyd been in the habit of leaving the _follow me_ unguarded for hours at a time and that so far no one had molested her, and steve decided that it would be safe enough if they locked the cabins. so presently the _adventurers_ tender was lifted off the chocks and put overboard and after hasty toilets the boys piled into it and the two dingeys, each loaded to the limit, set off for the _follow me_. the latter was a thirtyfour foot craft, with a hunting cabin that reached almost to the stern, leaving a cockpit scarcely large enough to swing a cat in; although, as perry remarked, it wasnt likely anyone would want to swing a cat there. the cabin was surprisingly roomy and held four berths, while a fifth bunk was placed forward of the tiny galley. the latter was intended for the crew but at present it was the quarters of brownie. the sixth member of the ships company occupied at night a mattress placed on the floor and philosophically explained that sleeping there had the advantage of security; there was no chance to roll out of bed in rough weather. the engine compartment lay between cabin and cockpit and held a sixcylinder engine. steering was done from the cockpit, under shelter of an awning, but the engine control was below. the _follow me_ was four years old and had seen much service, but she had been newly painted, varnished and overhauled and looked like a thoroughly comfortable and seaworthy boat. she was copper painted below the waterline and black above, with a gilt line and her name in gilt on bows and stern. compared to the _adventurer_ she was a modest enough craft, but her six mariners asked nothing better and secretly believed that in rough weather she would put the bigger boat to shame. captain corwin levied on the slender supply of gingerale and sarsaparilla contained in the tiny icechest and after that they again set forth, this time for the nearest landing. they did the town exhaustively and at sixthirty descended on the hotel thirteen strong and demanded to be placed together at one table. it is doubtful if the hotel management made much money on the thirteen dinners served to the boys, for everyone of them ate as though he hadnt seen food for days. somewhere around eight or halfpast they dragged themselves back to the boats and paddled out to the _adventurer_, where, since the evening was decidedly chilly, they thronged the after cabin and flowed out into the cockpit. perry started up his talking machine and played his dozen records over a number of times, and everyone talked at onceexcept some who sangand, in the words of the country newspapers, a pleasant time was had by all. and at ten the _follow mes_ crew got back into their dingey and went off into the darkness of a starlight night, rather noisy still in a sleepy way, and, presumably, reached their destination. at least, no more was heard of them that night. on the _adventurer_ berths were pulled out or let down and a quarter of an hour after the departure of the visitors not a sound was to be heard save the lapping of the water against the hull and the peaceful breathing of seven healthily tired boys. chapter v sunday ashore before the sun had much more than climbed to a position where it could peer over the low yellow ridge of fire island and see what the adventure club was up to, the two cruisers were chugchugging out of the harbour with all flags flying. first went the _adventurer_, as flagship of the fleet, to use neils metaphor, and, a little way behind came the _follow me_, her black hull and battleshipgrey deck reminding the occupants of the other boat of one of the puffing pigs of yesterday. the bay was almost as smooth as the proverbial millpond this morning, and the slanting shafts of sunlight cast strange and beautiful shades of gold and copper on the tiny wavelets. it was still cool, and in the shadow of the bridge deck one felt a bit shivery. but the sun promised a warm day. the crew was polishing brightwork rather awkwardly but most industriously and with a fine willingness, explaining that if he polished brass some other poor indian would have to swab decks, a remark which inspired neil to state with much emphasis that cleaning decks was not, at all events, within the province of the ships boy, and that, anyway, he had helped with the dishes and that right now he was going to lie in the sun on the galley roof and that if anyone disturbed him thered be trouble. joe had been having a fine time with his engine. he was getting on terms of real familiarity with it now, having lost some of the awe with which he had regarded it yesterday. today he called it she almost patronisingly and even dared lay his hand on the cylinders with a knowing cock of his head. perry, looking on, asked sarcastically if he was feeling the engines pulse, and joe haughtily replied that he wanted to make sure the cylinders werent overheating. ossie, emerging from the cabin, wiping his hands on his khaki trousers after wringing out his dish cloths, gave it as his opinion that if there was any overeating done it would not be done by the engine, accompanying the statement with a meaning glance at perry. about this time the _follow me_ left her position astern and began to creep alongside. steve supposed she wanted to send a message across and told the others on the deck to keep still a minute. but the _follow me_ kept on her way, the fellows sprawling around her deck and cockpit looking across the few fathoms of water in silence. well, what do you know about that? gasped neil. shes trying to pass us! steve grunted, smiled and advanced his throttle. the clickclick from under the engine hatches became hurried and louder. joe wrinkled his forehead anxiously. the _adventurer_ stopped going astern of the other boat and for a little distance they hung bow to bow