“I didn’t have any trouble,” murmured Perry.

“Well, we did,” said Han resentfully.  “We waited ten minutes on a broiling-hot corner and then, when we did get another car, it got blocked behind ten thousand drays and we had to foot it about eleven miles!  Got any ice-water aboard?”

“We’ve got ice and we’ve got water,” replied Perry.  “If you mix ’em in the proper proportions—­”

“Oh, dry up and blow away,” muttered Han, dragging himself painfully down the companion on his way to the galley.  Phil Street smiled.

“Seems to me we’re starting our adventure rather inauspiciously,” he said.  “If we have a grouch before we leave the dock what’s going to happen later?”

“Maybe it’s a good thing to have it now and get over it,” laughed Steve.  “It was hot, though!  And it isn’t much cooler here.  Let’s get under way, fellows, and find a breeze.  It will take us the better part of four hours to get to Bay Shore, anyway, and I telephoned Wink yesterday that we’d be there by three.  Every fellow into sea-togs as quick as he can make it.  Joe and Phil and I bunk aft, the rest of you in the main cabin.  Get your things put away neatly, fellows.  Anyone caught being disorderly will be keel-hauled.  Have a look at this thermometer, Joe.  It’s almost eighty-nine!  Let’s get out of here in a hurry!”

For the next ten minutes the fellows busied themselves as Steve had directed.  All, that is, save Perry.  As Perry was already dressed for sea he used his leisure to sit in the hatchway of the after cabin and converse entertainingly with the occupants until, on the score that he was keeping the air out, he was driven up to the cockpit.  There he perched himself in one of the four comfortable wicker chairs, placed his feet on the leather-cushioned seat across the stern and languorously observed a less fortunate person scrape the deck of a sloop on the far side of the slip.

Suppose that, while the Adventurer’s crew prepares for service, we have a look over the boat.  The Adventurer, late the Cockatoo, was a forty-foot V-bottom, military type cruiser, with a nine-foot beam and a draught of two feet and six inches.  Below the water-line she was painted a dark green.  Above it she was freshly, immaculately white as to hull, while decks and smoke-stack were buff.  The exterior bulkheads were of panelled mahogany, and a narrow strip of mahogany edged the deck.  There was a refreshing lack of gold in sight, and, viewed from alongside, the Adventurer had a very business-like appearance.  As she was of the raised-deck cabin type, with full head-room everywhere, she stood well above the water, and the low, sweeping lines that suggest speed were lacking.  But the Adventurer had speed, nevertheless, for under the bridge deck was a six-cylinder 6x6 Van Lyte engine that could send her along at twenty miles an hour when necessary.  On the stern was the legend “ADVENTURER:  NEW YORK,” and the name appeared again on each of the mahogany boards that housed the sidelights.  The cockpit, which was self-bailing, was roomy enough to accommodate seven persons comfortably.  A broad leather-cushioned seat ran across the stern and there were four wicker chairs besides.  Life preservers were ingeniously strapped under the chair seats and two others hung at each side of the after cabin door.