The Motor Boys Afloat; Or, The Stirring Cruise of the Dartaway

The shrill vibration of the postman’s whistle brought Bob Baker to the front door on the run. “Only a postal!” he exclaimed as the mail-man handed it to him. “It’s for me though. Wonder what it is?” He turned it over and glanced at what ... Read more

The shrill vibration of the postman’s whistle brought Bob Baker to the front door on the run. “Only a postal!” he exclaimed as the mail-man handed it to him. “It’s for me though. Wonder what it is?” He turned it over and glanced at what seemed to be only a printed form with, here and there, a word written in. “What’s it all about?” mused Bob. Carefully he went through the lines of printing and writing. They resolved themselves into a notice that at the freight station of the Atlantic & Northern Railroad there was a piece of merchandise shipped from the International Gas Engine Company, which article could be had on application to the freight agent. “It’s our motorboat!” exclaimed Bob. “It’s come! Hurrah! I must hurry over and tell Ned and Jerry! Whoop! I’m glad it’s Saturday. We can put in the whole day getting the boat from the station. Hurrah!” “Is anything the matter, Bob?” asked Mrs. Baker, coming to the head of the stairs and looking at her son, who, at that instant was standing on his head in the lower hall. Less