“The finish is in sight!” cried Jerry, presently.
He was right. A mile more and the race would be over.
Those on board of the Spray did their best to haul up to the Defender.
The effort did not avail them, for the Defender gained steadily.
At last the line was crossed.
The Defender had won the race by a lead of over half a mile, and she received a rousing reception.
Steam whistles blew their mightiest, flags waved, and the crowd on the other boats shouted themselves hoarse.
It was a great day, and one never to be forgotten.
“That settles it,” said Harry. “The Defender is the champion yacht of the club.”
It was not long after this that the Whistler ran up and took Jerry and Harry on board. Old Jack Broxton had seen the race and was greatly pleased.