“What’s the fool mean? Look at him! Heading straight at us!” cried Frank, throwing his wheel over to get passing space and blowing his whistle.
“Drat his hide!” muttered the other. “Turning directly at us and not slowing down.”
Once again Frank eased the Rocket to the port. At once the Speedaway’s direction was changed, the boat answering quickly to the wheel, as its speed was kept.
A long slim V of water washing behind as its bow cut the river with its burst of speed, the Cunningham craft was bearing directly at the Rocket, a deliberate attempt to run it down!
CHAPTER II
THE SCREAM IN THE DARK
Lanky Wallace looked aghast as the Speedaway bore squarely at them, aimed at tearing the Rocket in two.
Frank Allen, realizing what a dastardly attempt was being made to disable the boat and probably to injure Lanky and himself, knowing that only the coolest maneuvering would save them, was as steady as a post.
With one swing of his arm to the motor he increased speed and with the coolest deliberation turned the nose of the Rocket squarely for the Speedaway. His hope was two-fold: that he would scare off the other men and that he might be in a better position to throw his own craft hard over to one side at the last moment before any impact.
His movement was entirely successful in at least one respect—that he got into position quickly for his own next move.