“Wait for what?” demanded Laura.
“We didn’t travel that time. We were only preparing you—warming her up, as it were. Wait till we let her out.”
“My goodness!” cried Jess. “Can you go faster?”
“We’ll show you, going home,” said Chet.
Just then the boat with the green and red light swooped down upon them and a voice shouted:
“What kind of a contraption is that you’ve got there, Belding?”
“Hullo!” exclaimed Chet. “That’s Ira Sobel’s yacht. Ira is Purt Sweet’s cousin.” Then he answered: “Oh, this is a little rigging of my own, Mr. Sobel. But she can travel. Rather beat’s your Nightkawk, eh?”
“Well, she did that time,” admitted Sobel, doubtfully.
“My goodness me!” the friends heard the Central High dandy exclaim. “I weally wouldn’t want to travel any faster, Ira. I—I haven’t weally got my breath yet!”
“Oh, I say!” cried another voice from the iceboat, and they recognized Lily Pendleton’s. “What do you think about the prize? Did you hear?”