She had a powerful motor and clean lines, however, and while not primarily designed solely for "mug-hunting," had beaten everything she had raced with during the few months since the boys had completed her.

The money for her motor had been given to Rob by his father, who was quite indulgent to Rob in money matters, having noticed that the lad always expended the sums given him wisely.
"Let's take a spin," suddenly suggested Tubby.
"Nothing to prevent us," answered Rob; "we've got plenty of time before dinner.

Come on, boys." The lads were soon on board and examining the gasoline tank, to see how much fuel they had on hand, and oiling up the engine.

The fuel receptacle proved to be almost full, so after filling the lubricant cups and attending to the batteries, they started up the engine--a powerful, three cylindered, twelve-horse affair capable of driving the twenty-two foot Flying Fish through the water at twelve miles an hour or better.
Just as Rob was casting off the head-line there came a hail from the wharf above them.
"Ahoy, there, shipmates! Where are yer bound fer this fine, sunny day ?" The lads looked up to see the weather-beaten countenance of Captain Job Hudgins, one of the characters of the vicinity.

He was a former whaler, and lived on a small island some distance from Hampton.