“Oh, stop! stop! you make my head ache!” cried Grace, “Has anyone a chocolate cream?”

They all laughed.

“You’ll soon understand it,” said Betty.

“It’s worse than remembering to turn the steering wheel the opposite way you want to go,” objected Mollie.  “But we are young—­ we may learn in time.”

The Gem was all ready to start, and the girls, reaching Mollie’s house, in the rear of which, at a river dock, the boat was tied, went aboard.

“Have you enough gasoline?” asked Amy, as she helped Betty loosen the mooring ropes.

“Yes, I telephoned for the man to fill the tank this morning.  Look at the automatic gauge and see if it isn’t registered,” for there was a device on the boat that did away with the necessity of taking the top off the tank and putting a dry stick down, to ascertain how much of the fluid was on hand.

“Yes, it’s full,” replied Amy.

“Then here we go!” cried Betty, as the other girls shoved off from the dock, and the Little Captain pushed the automatic starter.  With a throb and a roar the motor took up its staccato song of progress.  When sufficiently away from the dock Betty let in the clutch, and the craft shot swiftly down the stream.

“Oh, this is glorious!” cried Mollie, as she stood beside Betty, the wind fanning her cheeks and blowing her hair in a halo about her face.

“Perfect!” echoed Amy.  “And even Grace has forgotten to eat a chocolate for ten minutes.”

“Oh, let me alone—­ I just want to enjoy this!” exclaimed the candy-loving maiden.  They had been going along for some time, taking turns steering, saluting other craft by their whistle, and being saluted in turn.

“Let’s go sit down on the stern lockers,” proposed Grace after a while, the lockers being convertible into bunks on occasion.  As the girls went aft, there came from the forward cabin a series of groans.

“What’s that?” cried Mollie.

“Some one is in there!” added Grace, clinging to Amy.

Again a groan, and some suppressed laughter.

“There are stowaways aboard!” cried Betty.  “Girls, we must put ashore at once and get an officer!” and she shifted the wheel.

CHAPTER VIII

 A hint of ghosts

“Who can they be?”

“It sounds like more than one!”

“Anyhow, they can’t get out!” It was Betty who said this last, Grace and Mollie having made the foregoing remarks.  And Betty had no sooner detected the presence on the Gem of stowaways than she had pulled shut the sliding door leading into the trunk cabin, and had slid the hatch cover forward, fastening both with the hasps.

“They’ll stay there until we get an officer,” she explained.  “Probably they are tramps!”

“Oh, Betty!” It was a startled trio who cried thus.

“Well, maybe only boys,” admitted the Little Captain, as a concession.  “They may have come aboard, intending to go off for a ride in my boat, and we came just in time.  They hid themselves in there.  That’s what I think about it.”