"Go camping--where?" asked Bill, looking up surprised.
"Well, I would have suggested Topsail Island, but those pestiferous kids are going there, I hear. However, there are plenty of other islands right inside the Upper Inlet. What"s the matter with our taking possession of one of those?"
The Upper Inlet was a sort of narrow and shallow bay a short distance above Topsail Island, and was well known to both Bill and Jack, who had been there in the winter on frequent ducking expeditions.
"We might as well do something like that before school opens," said Sam. "I think that Jack"s suggestion is a pretty good one."
"I don"t know that it"s so bad myself," patronizingly admitted Bill; "but what connection has that with your scheme for getting money, Jack?"
"A whole lot," replied the bully. "I"m going to get even with that young Digby if it takes me a year. He cost me the fifty-dollar prize, and, beside that, all the kids in the village now call me "cheater,"
and hardly anybody will have anything to do with me."
"Well, how do you propose to get even by going camping?" inquired Bill.
"I plan to take that Digby kid with me," rejoined Jack calmly.
"You"re crazy!" exclaimed Bill. "Why, we"d have the whole country after us for kidnapping."
"Oh, I"ve got a better plan than that," laughed Jack coolly, "and we won"t need to be mixed up in it at all. It"ll all come back on Hank Handcraft, I owe him a grudge for bothering me about money, anyhow, the old beach-combing nuisance!"
"But where do we come in to get any benefit out of it?" demanded Sam.
"I"ll explain that to you later," said Jack grandiloquently. "I haven"t quite worked out all the details yet; but if you"ll meet me here this evening I"ll have them all hot and smoking for you."
CHAPTER XII
JACK FORMS A PLOT
The next morning Jack lost no time in making his way toward Hank Handcraft"s tumble-down abode. He found its owner in, and likewise disposed to be quarrelsome.
""Oh, here you are at last!" exclaimed the hairy and unkempt outcast, as the bully approached heavily through the yielding sand. "I"d about given you up, and was seriously contemplating making a visit to your home--"
"If you ever did," breathed Jack threateningly.
"Well," grinned Hank impudently, with his most malicious chuckle, "if I did, what then?"
"I"d have you thrown out of the house," calmly replied Jack, seating himself on a big log of driftwood, once the rib of a schooner that went ash.o.r.e on the dangerous shoals off Hampton and pounded herself to pieces.
"Oh, no; you wouldn"t have me thrown out!" chuckled Hank, resuming his task of scaling a mackerel. "Cause if you did, I"d go to the chief of police and tell him something about the robbery of the armory and the cracking of old man Hudgins" safe."
"You wouldn"t dare to do that!" sneered Jack. "You are implicated in that as badly as we are."
"That"s a matter of opinion," rejoined Hank, industriously sc.r.a.ping away at his fish, and showing no trace of any emotion in his pale eyes.
"Anyhow, what I want right now is some cash. You agreed to pay me well for what I did the other night, and I haven"t seen the money yet."
"Be a little patient, can"t you?" irritably retorted the other. "Money doesn"t grow on trees. Now listen, Hank. How would you like to get a nice little sum of money--more than I could give you--for camping out on Kidd"s Island, in the Upper Inlet, for a few days?"
Hank"s fishy eyes showed some trace of feeling at this.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Is this a new joke you"re putting up on me?"
"No, I am perfectly serious. You can make a good sum by following our directions, and I"ll see that you get into no trouble over it."
"Well, if you can do that, I"ll keep my mouth shut," chuckled Hank in his mirthless way; "but if I don"t get some money pretty quick, I"m going to make trouble fer somebody, I tell you!"
"Haven"t you got some place where we can talk that is less exposed than this?" said Jack, looking about him apprehensively.
"Sure, there"s my mansion," grinned Hank, pointing over his shoulder with a fishy thumb.
"That"s the place," said Jack, "although I wish you"d clean it out occasionally. Now listen, Hank, here"s the plan--"
Still talking, the ill-a.s.sorted pair entered the ruinous shack.
Motor-boat engines were popping everywhere. The club house was dressed in bright-colored bunting from veranda rail to ridge pole. Ladies strolled about beneath their parasols with correctly dressed yachtsmen, asking all sorts of absurd questions about the various boats that lay ready to take part in the various events. It was the day of the Hampton Yacht Club"s regatta.
Among the throng the Boy Scouts threaded their way, watching with interest the events as they were run off, one after the other. But their minds were centered on the race for the trophy which, although there were several other entries, had been practically conceded to Sam Redding"s hydroplane.
"She"s a wonder," said one of the onlookers, pointing from the porch to the float, where Jack Curtiss, Bill Bender and Sam were leaning over their speedy craft, stripping her of every bit of weight not absolutely necessary. On the opposite side of the float the crew of the Flying Fish, the Snark, the Bonita and the Albacore were equally busy over their craft.
"Douse the engine with oil," directed Rob, as Merritt gave the piece of machinery a final inspection; "and how about that extra set of batteries?"
"They"re aboard," rejoined Tubby, who was perspiringly removing cushions and other surplus gear from the fleet boat.
"That"s right; if it comes to an emergency, we may need them," said Rob. "Nothing like being prepared."
"Do you think we have any show?" asked Tubby, who was to be a sort of general utility man in the crew. Rob was to steer.
"I don"t see why not," rejoined the other, wiping his oily hands on a bit of waste. "The race is a handicap one, and we get an allowance on account of our engine not being as powerful as the hydroplane"s."
The course to be run was a sort of elongated, or isosceles triangle.
The turning point was at the head of the inlet, a buoy with a big red ball on it being placed just inside the rough waters of the bar. It made a course of about five miles. The race for the Hampton Motor Boat Club"s cup, for which the boys and the others were entered, was twice round.
The waters about the club house were so dotted with motor craft which darted about in every direction that Commodore Wingate of the club and the other regatta officials had a hard time keeping the course clear for the contestants. On the threat, however, that the races would be called off if a clear course was not kept, order was finally obtained.
The boys were too busy to pay much attention to the results of the other races, but a member of the club who had won the Blake trophy for the cabin cruiser boats, warned the boys to beware of the turn above the far buoy.
"It"s choppy as the d.i.c.kens there," he said, as he made his way to the club house, "and you want to take the turn easily. Don"t "bank" it, or you"ll lose more than you gain."
The boys thanked him for his advice, and laid it to heart to be used when the race was on.
Sam"s boat having been tuned up to the last notch of readiness, Jack Curtiss strolled consequentially about on the float, making bets freely on the hydroplane"s chance of winning.
"I"ll bet you twenty-five to any odds you like that the hydroplane wins the race," he said, addressing Colin Maxwell, the son of a well-to-do merchant from a neighboring town. Young Maxwell had heard nothing of Jack"s mean trick in the aeroplane contest, and therefore didn"t mind talking to him.