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-assorted 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.