“Yes. We’re going to have to try and pass, while in that narrow stretch!” Harry sent across to his reclining chum; for their heads were only a few feet apart.
“But there’s plenty of room for both! I remember that cut well, Harry! I had my canoe upset there once, shooting the rapids when the river was low in Summer. Yes, it’s sure wide enough for even five boats abreast!”
“If they’re piloted by honest fellows, who mean to deal squarely with each other,” said Harry, significantly.
Paul was conscious of the fact that his chum was putting the decision squarely up to him. He felt a little uneasy. What if they should meet with a serious accident in trying to pass the Glider in such confined quarters? Was it right for him to drag Harry into this peril?
“What ought we do, Harry?” he demanded, quickly; for they were rushing toward the place where the banks of the Conoque drew closer together, and fast overtaking the rival boat.
“Are you willing to take the risk?” came the immediate reply.
“Yes; but how about you?” asked Paul.
“I’m with you, Paul,” the pilot sent back, impetuously. “The chance is too good to be lost. And perhaps I can find a way to outwit him, if he tries any funny business. Be ready to do your part like lightning, if I give the word.”
“I’m on! Go it, for all you’re worth, Harry!”
There was really no time for further words. They had now reached the beginning of the narrows, and at the same time found themselves close up with the tail end of the other iceboat.