"Take care that he doesn't beat you, Fred," said Pepper. "If he does, he will never get done crowing over you."
"This race isn't over yet," answered the owner of the Skimmer. "Wait till we round the bend yonder."
When the bend mentioned was gained the Rosebud was a good three lengths in the lead.
"Good-by!" shouted Coulter. "Here is where we leave you behind!"
"Your iceboat isn't in it with this," added Mumps.
"We'll tell them you are coming by-and-by!" came from Ritter.
"Don't answer them," whispered Jack. "Fred, can we do anything to help the boat along?"
"Just shift a little more to the left—that's it," was the reply. "Now we'll soon get the breeze and then we'll do better."
Fred's words proved true. As the Skimmer rounded the bend, a good, stiff blast struck her sails and away she started after the Rosebud.
"Now we are going some!" cried Andy, his face brightening.