For a moment it looked as if the motor boat must be capsized. The craft careened at a sharp angle, shipping not a little water. The shock was greatest at the bow, and in a twinkling Phil Franklin shot overboard. Andy and Randy Rover followed, carrying the silver trophy with them.
CHAPTER II
SOMETHING ABOUT THE ROVERS
“Sheer off! Sheer off!”
“You’ll send us to the bottom!”
“Why don’t you look where you’re running?”
“It wasn’t our fault! You changed your course!” came from the steam yacht.
“Nothing of the sort! I was runnin’ as straight as an arrow!” yelled Pud Hicks, in reply.
Then the two boats sheered away from each other and presently both came to a standstill in order that the occupants might ascertain what damage had been done. In the meantime Phil Franklin, who had disappeared beneath the surface of the lake, reappeared and struck out lustily for the motor boat.
“Where are Andy and Randy?” gasped Fred, who had kept himself from being hurled overboard by a firm hold on the rear gunwale.