The Adventure Club Afloat

esides, a barge had managed to sink herself across the channel near the Buzzard's Bay end a week or so before and no one seemed to know for certain whether she had yet

at Provincetown at four o'clock Friday afternoon and went ashore as soon as the boats were berthed and sought the post-office. Provincetown had been selected as the first certain port of c

ie, sitting beside him on t

eil disgustedly. "I

hoed the othe

. Of course I ought to. Mother's sort of an invalid and there's no one else. But it's rotten luck." He stowed the letter in

ssie sympathetically. "W

y Monday morning. I suppose I'll have to go tomorrow. Gues

orry," murm

ollow He's crew were scarcely less regretful. A study of the railroad schedule showed that the next train for

re, even Provincetown," objected Neil. "And the two-forty will get m

n do it in four hours or so. If the Follow Me crowd want to stay here another day

ay from the Cape," expostulated Neil. "

h! I say, look up the Plymouth trains, Neil. There must be more of them

even in the morning. The Follow Me was to follow more leisurely and the boats would spend the next night at Plymouth. Neil and Ossie went off to send telegrams and the others roamed around the town until it was time for supper. Af

nose for the town. There was still the better part of an hour left after the anchor was dropped and they all tumbled into the dingey and found a landing and spent the next three-quarters of an hour rambling around the historic town, Ossie and Perry bearing Neil's strange-looking luggage. Neil insisted on viewing Plymouth Rock, declaring that he might never get another opportunity, and after that there was not much time left to them. They installed Neil on the train impressively, sto

others found places in the shade as best they could and talked and watched for the Follow Me and listened to occasional snatches of news from Steve. There was practically no breeze and the afternoon was uncomfortably hot even under the awning. Joe finally solved the difficulty of keeping cool by disappearing below and presently re-emerging in his swimming trunks and dropping overboard. That set the fashion, and they all went in save Steve, who was too absorbed in his papers to know whether he was warm or not. The Follow Me came up the harbour just before five and tooted a greeting as she swung around to a berth near the Adventurer. The fellows, who were still in bath

. Perry described the astonishment of some Plymouth fisherman when he opened a codfish some fine day and disco

ould hie himself to a store and purchase a pair of number 8 "sneakers," a suggestion which Perry weighed carefully and discarded. "You see," he explained, "it wouldn't be fair to make

idn't s

le expedient of climbing on top of the galley locker and thrusting his head through the open hat

g you know,"

" asked Joe. "It'll be

e Chaplin," said Han. "Ossie,

marks. "I told them we'd go, though," he added, dropping to the fl

em that so I couldn't get enough to eat, you

ie wildly. "I've cooked two messes of pota

. Bring on the

Ossie shortly. "Cookies and jel

some more grub prett

l," he answered. "We've got enough for three or four days yet, thoug

easury, Phil?

ut. Where's the

wants to put in at Salem. I d

out Boston

bit. Besides, we didn't start out

res," said Perry sadly, "but I don'

Han. "Didn't you have a fine time b

Being lost in the fog isn't an adventure. It's just plain punk. What I

oe, shaking his head. "Toss me a cookie, Han. Thanks.

"I'd-um-live as long as you would! Besides, I've

lightly. "Any time

ght be a good place to buy our supplies. There's no use paying any more

Phil," said Steve. "I guess we'd burn up enough gas getting to Boston to m

rned up awhile

stayed burned up, you idiot. What time

"I hope they have Cha

in search of a lunch counter. But anyone who knows Plymouth will realise the hopelessness of their search. After roaming around the quiet and deserted streets and at last being assured by a policeman that their quest was w

I wish you'd get enough to eat for once, though," he added as he to

ngry as I am! What are they

re the Adventurer's boat and now its occupants were

t they're saying?" as

ess," answered Phil,

e and listen," Steve

t," murmured Han. "I can

w Me's gone! She must have slipped her anchor