"
"Well, if you are sure there are enough," said Rand, "we might go
on shore and do some cooking. I say, pull up the anchor, Jack, and
you needn't go after it, you know."
"Oh, just as you say," replied Jack, hauling up the kedge.
CHAPTER V
OUT OF THE RIVER
"Here comes the Dart," announced Jack, as a hoarse whistle sounded
down the river. The anchor had, by this time, been lifted into
the boat and they had started to row toward the shore. "She has a
whistle like an ocean liner."
"You want to look out for the swell," warned Pepper, "she kicks up
a bigger swell than any other boat on the river."
"As big as the Hudson or Fulton?" asked Donald. "Why, they are half
a dozen times as big as she is."
"She isn't one-eighth their size," replied Jack, "but she has got
more power, for her size, than any of them. She has three smokestacks
like the Fulton. Just see her come!"
The Dart, a long, low, white yacht, was coming up the river at full
speed, the water curling away from her bow in a miniature cascade,
the powerful engines driving her through the water with the speed
of an express train.
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