"This is maddening!" cried Dick. "Can't we row, or do something?"
"Rowing wouldn't count much, I'm afraid," laughed Martin Harris. "But don't fret. Unless I am mistaken, we'll have a breeze before midnight."
"And they may be out of sight long before that time!"
"That's to be seen, lad. I'll watch the thing closely, for I'm as anxious to catch 'em as you are."
"I'd give a good deal for a small boat."
"So would I."
"I thought all yachts carried them."
"They do generally, but mine was stove in at a Catskill dock about a week ago and is being repaired."
"Here comes the wind!" shouted Sam, half an hour later, and when the Flyaway was almost out of sight. "Now, Harris, let us make the most of it."
"We will, and I hope there isn't too much of it," was the quick reply.