"What's that?" asked Chet quickly. "Are you getting a motorboat?"
The Hardy boys nodded. Their chums were immediately interested.
"Put me down for one of the first passengers," shouted "Biff" Hooper, a tall, broad-shouldered boy who had just pushed his way through the circle.
"We're thinking of getting one like Tony Prito's," said Joe.
"I wish is was mine!" exclaimed Tony. His father, one of the most respected citizens in the Italian colony of Bayport, owned a speedy motorboat which had proved of great service to the Hardy boys in their conflict with the smugglers of Barmet Bay. "But if you're getting a boat at all you can't do any better than get one just like it."
"Dad told us last night we could get one as long as we stayed in the bay and along the coast with it. He was afraid we might get ambitious and try crossing the Atlantic."
"Well," remarked Jerry Gilroy, "I see where our summer baseball league is shot to pieces now."
"Why?"
"You'll be out in that boat every minute of your spare time. It was bad enough when you had the motorcycles. You were both always roaming around the country on them, but now
