“We’ll do our level best, Mr. Rover. Nobody could do more.”
Soon the throbbing of the engine showed that the tug was running under a full pressure of steam. The spray dashed all over the craft and those on board, but to this nobody paid attention. Every eye was riveted on the craft ahead.
Those on the motor boat were equally eager, and watched the pursuit with chagrin.
“Do you—er—think they will catch us?” asked Josiah Crabtree, nervously, not once but several times.
“I don’t know—I hope not,” answered Pally.
“Can’t we run faster?”
“I am crowding her to the limit now.”
“Do you know about motor boats? Perhaps Mr. Sobber knows more.”
“I don’t,” answered Tad Sobber. “Wish I did.”
“I know about ’em—I ran one for two summers,” answered Jim Pally. “I’ll leave ’em behind if it’s in the boat to do it.”