CHAPTER IV
A STRANGE RACE
Suddenly the Water Witch’s whistle sent out a series of piping toots.
“What’s the meaning of that?” asked Chester of Detective Calvert, who had quietly resumed his seat in one of the wicker chairs in front of the youth.
“It’s a challenge to a race.”
“I accept it,” said Alvin, with a flash of his eyes. At the same moment he swung the wheel over and began circling out to the left, so as to turn in the shortest possible space. “If that boat can outrun me I want to know it.”
“Be keerful ye don’t run over him,” cautioned Mike, catching the excitement, “as Tam McMurray said whin he started to overtake a locomotive.”
Alvin quickly hit up the pace of the launch, which sped down the Sheepscot with so sudden a burst of speed that all felt the impulse. The sharp bow cut the current like a knife, the water curving over in a beautiful arch on each side and foaming away from the churning screw. Even with the wind-shield they caught the impact of the breeze, caused by their swiftness, and each was thrilled by the battle for mastery.
“Are you doing your best?” asked Calvert, watching the actions of the youthful Captain.