"Take it all," advised Ned, who, perhaps, felt a little vindictive at
Bob, because of that youth's lucky escape from displeasing the girls
by unfortunate remarks.
"No, thank you, we don't want to rob him," said Olivia.
At that moment a shrill whistle sounded just behind the rowboats and
the girls turned around to see what it was. Ned and Jerry, from the
position in which they sat to handle the oars had seen a motor boat
approaching, and they had stopped using the blades to watch its
approach.
"Oh, that's the Ripper!" exclaimed Rose. "And Charlie Farson is all
alone in her. Maybe he'll give us a ride."
"Who is Charlie Farson?" asked Jerry of Nellie.
"He's a friend of Rose. He lives in San Francisco, but he is staying
with his uncle at a bungalow about two miles from where we are. He
owns that motor boat, and it's the biggest and fastest on this part of
the coast. Sometimes he takes us out with him. I hope he does so now.
He's headed right this way."
"Um," grunted Jerry, not altogether pleased that a young fellow with a
motor boat should come along, and claim the girls who, of course,
would naturally prefer a power craft to one propelled by oars.
Rose waved her handkerchief and, in answer the captain of the Ripper
sent out three shrill blasts as a salute.
"Oh, isn't that fine! He's coming over here!" exclaimed Rose. "I'll
introduce you boys to him."
Neither Ned nor Bob looked very pleased at the prospect of meeting a
youth who might be a rival in entertaining the girls, but there was no
help for it.
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