"Say, Dick, just throw that forward switch in; will you?" "Sure I will, Tom. Going any place in particular?" "Oh, just for a run down the river, and on my way back I guess I'll stop and get the mail." "Can I go along?" "Certainly. Did you see anything of Will to-day?" "No, he's gone fishing, I guess," and Dick Jones, one of the best chums of Tom Fairfield, threw in the connecting switch of the latter's motorboat, and the craft was ready to run.