Frank and Andy Afloat

Frank and Andy Afloat, by
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Title: Frank and Andy Afloat The Cave on the Island
Author: Vance Barnum

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FRANK AND ANDY AFLOAT

Or
The Cave on the Island
by
VANCE BARNUM
Author of "Frank and Andy at Boarding School," "Frank and Andy in a
Winter Camp," "The Joe Strong Series."

Whitman Publishing Co. Racine, Wisconsin Copyright, 1921, by
George Sully & Company

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
HIT BY A WHALE II. THE WRECKED MOTOR BOAT III. THE
BOY'S RESCUE IV. "WHO ARE YOU?" V. SEEKING THE
WRECK VI. CHET SEDLEY'S STYLE VII. A LIVELY CARGO VIII.
ANDY IS CAUGHT IX. "THAR SHE BLOWS!" X. A RIVAL
CLAIM XI. A FIRE ON BOARD XII. THE STRANGER AGAIN XIII.
A MIDNIGHT SCARE XIV. THE WRECK AGAIN XV. ORDERED
BACK XVI. ON THE SEARCH XVII. ON CLIFF ISLAND XVIII.
"THERE HE IS!" XIX. IN THE CAVE XX. THE RISING TIDE XXI.
DEATH IS NEAR XXII. THE STORM XXIII. TO THE RESCUE
XXIV. THE ESCAPE XXV. A LUCKY QUARREL XXVI. THE
PRISONER XXVII. SEARCHING THE WRECK XXVIII.
BUILDING A RAFT XXIX. "SAIL HO!" XXX. THE
ACCUSATION--CONCLUSION

FRANK AND ANDY AFLOAT
CHAPTER I
HIT BY A WHALE
"How about a race to the dock, Frank?"
"With whom, Andy?"
"Me, of course. I'll beat you there--loser to stand treat for the ice cream
sodas. It's a hot day."
"Yes, almost too warm to do any speeding," and Frank Racer, a lad of
fifteen, with a quiet look of determination on his face, rested on the
oars of his skiff, and glanced across the slowly-heaving salt waves
toward his brother Andy, a year younger.
"Oh, come on!" called Andy, with a laugh rippling over his tanned face.
"You're afraid I'll beat you."
"I am, eh?" and there was a grim tightening of the older lad's lips.
"Well, if you put it that way, here goes! Are you ready?"
"Just a minute," pleaded Andy, and he moved over slightly on his seat
in order better to trim the boat. He took a tighter grip on the oars, and
nodded toward his brother, still with that tantalizing smile on his face.
"Let her go!" he called a moment later, adding: "I can taste that
chocolate soda now, Frank! Yum-yum!"
"Better save your breath for rowing," counseled Frank good-naturedly,
as he bent to the ashen blades with a will.
The two boats--for each of the Racer lads had his own craft--were on a
line, and were headed for a long dock that ran out into the quiet inlet of
the Atlantic which washed the shores of the little settlement known as
Harbor View, a fishing village about thirty miles from New York.

"Wow! Here's where I put it all over you by about six lengths!" boasted
Andy Racer, paying no attention to his brother's well-meant advice, and
then the two lads got into the swing of the oars, and the skiffs fairly
leaped over the waves that rolled in long swells.
Both boys having spent nearly all their summer vacations at the coast
resort, which was something of a residence place for summer colonists,
as well as a fishing centre, were expert oarsmen, sturdy and capable of
long exertion. They were nearly matched in strength, too, in spite of the
difference in their ages. They had taken a long, leisurely row that
summer morning and were on their way back when Andy proposed the
race.
"Row! Row! Why don't you put some speed in your strokes, Frank?"
called the younger brother.
"That's all right--you won't want to do any speeding by the time you get
to the dock," and Frank glanced over his shoulder to where the public
dock stretched out into the bay like some long water-snake. "It's nearly
two miles there, and the swell is getting heavier."
Frank spoke quickly, and then relapsed into silence. It was
characteristic of him to do whatever he did with all his might, while his
more fun-loving brother sometimes started things and then left off,
saying it was "too much trouble."
For a time Andy's skiff was in the lead, and then, as he found the
exertion too much, he eased up in his strokes, and lessened the number
of them.
"I thought you were going it a bit too heavy," remarked Frank, with